Qalb Loze - Syrian Civil War

Syrian Civil War

During the ongoing Syrian civil war, the Druze inhabitants of Qalb Loze have refrained from participating in the fighting between opposition rebels and government forces. This is partially due to the fears of being involved in the civil strife and the insistence of rebel leaders that they remain neutral. Relations between the village's residents and the Sunni Muslim majority in the area are strong and most oppose the government of Bashar al-Assad. Qalb Loze has provided a safe haven for Druze defectors from the Syrian Army, clinics for wounded rebels, and has provided shelter for local refugees fleeing the violence in their towns and villages.

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