When I hear that song I remember my youth.

I have a particularly vivid memory of hearing my dad get up in the middle of the night to go attend to an emergency in the hospital.

But anyway, I remember the cut grapefruit that we would have at the Eames house when I was a kid.

I don't remember the rape part of it so much as much as the anger part of it.

I can't remember exactly when but I think it goes back to my early twenties when I first joined the ranks of repressed Jordanian journalists.

I remember the faces.

And I can remember, actually, when I got the phone call to congratulate us, to say the movie was a go, I actually threw up.

This post is part of a special series of articles by blogger and activist Marcell Shehwaro, describing the realities of life in Syria during the ongoing armed conflict between forces loyal to the current regime, and those seeking to oust it. I should have cried. This is the only thing that goes through my head over and over again when I remember the little girl that was torn into pieces.

I remember seeing her.

I remember many things.

I remember my childhood clearly.

Remembering my beloved maternal uncle, Shri.

On the contrary, looking back on that era, it is amazing how much was achieved within such a short amount of time.

I can't remember his name.

I can't remember her name.

I have no memory of what happened.

I don't remember her exact words.

I don't remember his exact words.

I remember the face, I remember the act, I remember the day, the pain, the drug in my drink, the torn clothes, the stolen money, the crashed car.

Here I am reminded of a conversation with the Polish historian, statesman, and politician Bronisław Geremek in 1978, when we shared an office in Washington, DC.

Woman I remember wanting to get off.

I remember the house where I grew up.

I don't remember what happened anymore.

I remember everything you tell me.

I can't remember where I parked the car.

That's your key, remember?

I will certainly remember everything they have said.

I remember those days vividly.

I also remember drawing butterflies, clouds, and flowers.

I have remembered this for 29 years.

I remember seeing her once on the street.

Girl Yes I do. I remember writing every chapter.

Every time I hear this song, I think of his name.

I can't remember what I had to eat yesterday.

I can't remember the lyrics.

I remember sitting at my desk being about the only person in the world who knew that whale meat being sold in these markets was really dolphin meat, and it was toxic.

And he said, Oh, yeah, I remember that too!

I remember the event as clearly as if it had happened just yesterday.

I remember seeing him somewhere before.

I remember seeing her before.

I don't remember asking for your opinion.

Actually, I had this taxi driver telling me, Listen, I am breathing freedom.

I remember his face but I can't remember his name.

I only remember that I had to invent my own animal. I had to draw a picture of it and name it.

Now, looking back, the most harrowing part of that experience was not just the hospital visits these were very painful for my wife, understandably so.