My father, the hero- the tragic aftermath

Readers would remember that I posted a very eloquent description of a confrontation in Syria between the security forces and a feisty, independent woman, Amina Araf al Omari.

There is today a report that she has been arrested and has disappeared. Her last posting was a poem that says it all:

The bird flies free
Knowing no boundaries
Borders mean nothing
When you have wings

My heart and my soul
Long to follow and soar
Out over mountains
And deserts and seas

I have no wings
And earth presses in
Wrapped in a sheet
Forever to lie

Weighed down by dirtclods
Never to feel
Wind on my wings
Sun on my back

Soaring and flying
Freedom is coming
Here am I wanting
To know it one day