This man's look has haunted me for three days, and
despite my attempts to forget it, I keep searching for it constantly. I did not
know, before yesterday, that he died hours after this photo was shot. He is one
of those forgotten on the banks of the Euphrates, in the Syrian city of Raqqa,
where death floods people’s lives from every direction shredding them as well
as their homes into pieces...
The man looks at us in astonishment, with sadness, with sorrow, with blame,
or perhaps with carelessness. His face, with horrors engraved in it, is an
apocalyptic ruin, just like the faces we would imagine in a Greek tragedy, or
rather nothing like what we know or imagine. How can we understand the look of
a man who was broken by the bombing that brought him closer to his death, who
sees the camera lens focused on his own ruins and sends us through it his last
beam of soul!?
Did he know he would be extinguished a bit later? Did
he want to leave us with a glimpse of what he was going through? Did he want us
to interpret what his eyes said in that second, or do we do that to explain to
ourselves why we stare at his image, write about it and about our helplessness
and despair?
This man from Raqqa is, despite representing the
Syrian tragedy in his face and his look, still an individual who was devastated
by horrible bombardment, who had a life, a career, had his mistakes, dreams and
unfinished projects. He probably had some papers left in a drawer, secrets kept
by walls and streets. He had other photos, either alone or with his family and
friends.
This man from Raqqa had a name, Obeid AlKaaka-Jeh, that
disappeared behind his eyes and became the property of a collective memory,
shared between those who witnessed his death and those who saw their own
tragedy mirrored on the pain of his last mysterious look.
Ziad Majed
