But if you walk around the city in the morning lately, you might be amazed at how crowded the roads are. My sisters still goes to work, and my brother still goes to the University as usual. My mother still is as excited as ever when she hears good news on TV or a statement broadcast by the UN or any other entity supporting the new government. (She always supports the righteous side, always is more hopeful than anyone, always picks and supports the weak side that has been bullied...even if she sees a wrestling match on TV while she is flipping channels, she feels sorry for the guy who is getting beaten and cheers for him as if she is a lifetime fan)
I refuse to run away when the situation is not comfortable here, I refuse to be a refugee. I am not saying everyone agrees with me, not saying that I don’t respect and sympathize with whoever disagrees or chooses another path--each one of us has to do what he/she has to do, but in the end:"A person thinks everything he does is right, but the Lord weighs heart"
And if the day ever comes that I choose to leave and live somewhere else, I will go proud, walking tall with nothing to be ashamed of: making a real choice, not leaving because it's not safe, not running away from a war and leaving my loved ones behind.