Syria in dire straits

This past weekend marked the third anniversary of the Syrian revolution.

Three years of deadly conflict have left more than 140,000 Syrians dead, more than 7,000 of them children.

One-third of the Syrian population has been displaced, creating what the United Nations calls Òthe worst humanitarian disaster in modern times.Ó

In a particularly grim milestone, the United Nations office of the high commissioner for human rights has stopped updating its Syrian civil war death toll altogether.

It is too dangerous and too difficult to verify reports.

While Syrians are being killed at an average rate of 5,000 per month, the world has remained silent.

A 72 hour oral memorial for Syria took place this past weekend in front of the White House, in which the names of 100,000 deceased Syrians were read.

In a similar gesture, my Syrian-American friends flood Facebook daily with images of Syrian men, women and children brutally murdered by the Assad regime.

These haunting images that greet me as I scroll through my Facebook newsfeed between classes remind me that every one of those ÒnumbersÓ had a name, a face, family and a life.

These images allow me to see the dead as people.

It allows me to resist the temptation to shrug away the statistics intended to convey the immense human suffering occurring in Syria.

As well as the refugee camps in neighboring camps.

As the civil war enters its fourth year, nothing on the ground will change in the foreseeable future.

All sides in the conflict have seen too much death to surrender, and yet no side is strong enough to win.

And so the cycle of violence and human suffering will continue until the international community decides to put a stop to the conflict and find a political solution.

ÒThe revolution that sprung from the primal, human desire to live has taught us instead infinite wisdom about death,Ó Syrian architect Lina Sergie Attar said in the March 10 New York Times.

I continue to look at the pictures of the dead on my Facebook and Twitter feeds.

I carefully study the details of their faces in an attempt to remember them.

Remembering means preserving.

These faces look outward, from the computer, toward the world.