The first privately owned TV channel in Syria will start broadcasting on September 1st.
It has already started test transmissions from its broadcast centre in Dubai. It is thought to be broadcasting on Arabsat, and is expected to be free-to-air.
Since Syria relaxed its media laws during the Baath Conference in June, this is the first broadcaster that has taken advantage of the new rules.
During a previous relaxation in 2000, satarical newspaper Ad-Domari launched. It was privately owned, and widely read in Syria. It was highly critical of government, and government members. But it was closed down in 2003 on a technicality.
Let’s hope Sham will test the limits again.
7 responses so far ↓
1 Anonymous // Aug 4, 2005 at 3.07 am
can you tell me why it is outside syria,i hope they will participte in improving syria not badmouth syria outside the contry ,syria needs help and know how from people who care ,i hope this tv station belong to the people who care.naim
2 Anonymous // Oct 3, 2006 at 12.40 pm
I hope we’re gonna have more and more private TV channels….
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Yasmeen
// Nov 21, 2009 at 5.05 pm
Can anyone tell me how I can contact the Syrian drama channel by email??
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akad hassan
// Nov 28, 2009 at 9.45 am
very good
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Walter William Safar
// Apr 28, 2011 at 10.13 pm
FREEDOM
It is good to see You
flying there in the abundance of crimson and gold,
amidst the great world,
agleam with the flush of sunlight.
This is why my heart is so full now,
I am moved to tears by the thought:
“You see, You are the patron of mankind,
and the little dignity it has was Your work!”
I, the poet, the dreamy child of solitude,
Your faithful servant,
can once again cry with joy, and You can cry with me,
because there is no other ruler I would serve as faithfully as You.
Whenever I look at the stars I think of those who suffer
in faraway countries, and of the stars
those sufferers can’t see,
because You are so far away from them.
My golden Freedom,
what connection is there between Your eternal youth
and man’s old age,
between Your free hopes
and man’s birds locked away in cages;
between Your humility
and man’s arrogance?
My golden Freedom,
while Your reverberant voice still echoes
for the higher spiritual good of mankind,
that modest candle shall still shine in the dark.
© 2010 Walter William Safar
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george
// Jul 5, 2011 at 12.27 pm
hi every one thire just i want to know what hapen to the syria drama channel
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Walter William Safar
// Jul 5, 2011 at 6.29 pm
The Syrian people must have civic rights to freedom of expression.
Remember:neither a dictator and the army can not kill the voice of Freedom!!
Only cowards and thugs shoot at civilians, a brave and honorable soldiers protect civilians.
PROCLAMATION!!
Proclamation Syrian people,army and politicians: Syrian president and his criminals are dicatators and enemies of Liberty and Syria!
Syrian soldiers and officers.remember: To shoot at unarmed civilians is a crime,you will be cursed by Alah(God) and eternally burn in hell.
Soldiers and officers,do not shoot at civilians,they are your brothers and sisters,come together with them against the dictator and murderer!!
Syirian ,politicians,soldiers and officers,honorably come up with their people and overthrow the dictator and murderer of his people!!
Syrian soldier,Syrian officer,Syrian politician,Syrian people:REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!!
Walter William Safar poet
NAMELESS GRAVE
Demonic fires blaze in the eye of the stone palace,
and me,
I only stand in the dark beneath the sky
that reaches its invisible hands
out towards scores of nameless graves.
For callous dictator Assad,
they are but nameless graves
upon which no one’s tear fell.
They were silently and swiftly buried into the black soil,
without speeches and tears,
without too many imprints
on the black soil.
(They say that everyone’s life is worth attention,
and that the dark truth is that only death equally appreciates each life)
And while they treacherously, silently and swiftly
dug a new nameless grave,
only death was faithfully listening to the crickets
feverishly spluttering away in the dark
to honor the dead child.
In the hazy grave lies the child,
like a shadow of many dreams,
and the raindrop,
brought from the honorable mountain
by the honorable wind,
softly and timidly trembles
on the dead poet’s white face,
like an angel’s tear.
And dictator, tycoons and thugs
are sitting in the golden loges now,
ghastly and faithfully acting:
the righteous, the charitable, the Believers,
crying their copper voices
out into Global silence,
like a copper bell,
and the dead child
now waits for one tear
in a nameless grave.
©Walter William Safar
TELL ME,FREEDOM
Tell me FREEDOM…
Oh…tell me Hope
Does your hot breath
Travel the cold mountain,
-where the solitary scream
strays through the pestiferous fog-
Tell me,golden FREEDOM
Tell me hope
How can I descend
Into the mild valley
Where Your wings
Chase away
The fog
Towards the white heavenly fields
Where yours wings
Chase away the screm
Oh the Life
Did our acquaintance
Turn into
An everlasting friendship
FREEDOM…
Golden hope
My friend!…
My Life!
Is what I drink from your spirit…
From yours spirit-
Walter William Safar©
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