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to aid them in learning 'proper' English. Mostly Middle Eastern persons contact me.
One such person who messaged me was a young Syrian {Kurdish} man who at the time was living in Turkey, attending Marmara University {as was his elder brother}. They'd been in Istanbul for the better part of five-years. Their family still lived in Aleppo.
At first we {the younger brother and myself} simply text messaged one another, me correcting his grammer/punctuation etc. Then, when I got a webcam, we began conversing via such (he already had one). I helped him with English, he in turn was kinda-sorta teaching me the Kurdish language. I asked him, on more than one occassion, what the sentiment was toward Americans in Turkey, indeed in Syria. He always answered that Kurds "love Americans" as Saddam Hussein had murdered hundreds of thousands of Kurds.
That said, I told him I was aware sentiment toward Kurds in Turkey was not overly friendly. He admitted such was true. I asked him if he spoke Kurdish in Turkey, he answered to the affirmative.
Over the months we conversed, me giving him instruction on correct pronunciation and diction, I would ask more questions about the general feel of the area. His family home in Aleppo being less than 700-miles from Baghdad.
He grew steadily ... nervous. I mean, there were words I was strictly forbidden to use, like "Kurdistan" ... and he was kinda freaked out by my knowledge of the Golan Heights. When I asked him if he thought Israel and Syria would engage in battle over the Golan Heights, he chided me and logged off immediately. He later signed back on and said he did not think there would be war "between S. and I." but please would I never ask him similar again.
We continued to meet via webcam, and did our usual mutual teaching of one the other's language. I'm still amazed at how easily I took to Kurdish. I can read it and understand it, though my pronunciation isn't great, admittedly. He also shared with me many stories of Kurdish culture, and Kurdish music (it's flippin' beautiful but much of it is quite ... melancholy, if not all together sad).
Then one day he wrote {I was offline} to say he'd gotten a letter that his student visa needed to be re-applied for. It came as a surprise to him, as he was always keen to keep up on such. He wrote that when he went to re-apply, he was rejected. He was told he had two weeks to leave Turkey. His brother received no such letter.
He did what he could, trying to stay in Turkey and finish his degree in 'Chemistry' ... what we'd call 'Pharmacology' ... I know this, 'cause as we were using the webcams he'd often have to attend to persons entering the school pharmacy to obtain medicine, and I'd become fairly well versed in the Kurd language.
Syria has a mandatory two-year military service ... um ... law. Not sure if 'law' is the correct terminology.
He's 22. The last missive I received from him was 27 August.
I'm terribly worried about him. And I'm worried about the entire situation (if one can be so cavalier by saying "situation") in Syria.
All I can do is shake my head, and hope for the best ... or more importantly, not the worst.
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