Through the call of the muezzin for the Maghreb prayer, along with the cannon-shot, the Syrian muslims used to break their fast with joy, surrounded by their loved ones. Ramadan brought a certain peace of mind along with the hope for a closer relationship with God. It was always very expected, because with it came… Read More Ramadan Karim
We tend to forget that some places as small as they can be are sometimes the ones that hold most of our memories. And since today, it’s apparently « International burger’s day » I want to talk about how Crosby, a little Fast food in Aleppo was one of those places for me. When I was in… Read More Crosby, “The place to be”.
I took this picture of the ancient city of Palmyra (below), after we had been in a terrible car accident before entering Palmyra during the afternoon after visiting Hama and Homs. I was 13, I think. And, I didn’t really feel the huge truck bumping into the back of our car. But, the back window… Read More Palmyra isn’t only monuments, it holds hearts too.
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation” I was reading “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran and stumbled upon that passage, in the plane coming back from Syria, in 2011. And, I could already feel it in my bones, the depth of the love I had for… Read More Depth over distance.
Syria, Home to millions of people, not only in walls and roofs but deeply in hearts. Hearts that have been tearing apart for the past 4 years now. The place where our souls sang the happiest melodies has become a place where some can’t even sing anymore because the worst of violence is occurring instead… Read More 4 years, and I can’t count anymore.
My country is stained with the colors of its Women. What has been representing Syria all these years, is its amazingly hardworking women. The women of my country are mothers, aunts, grandmothers, daughters, sisters, wives, friends, neighbors. They are the reassurance we need when life feels unsafe, the strength they hold is stronger than any… Read More The women of my country.
Through all my moments of hope, I get those moments of grief. And, my heart burns while my eyes are overflowed with tears like the ocean reaching the shore. My eyes cry the jasmin scent of the country, the honking sound of the cars in every street. It cries life, the life of my people.… Read More It’s raining bombs in the place I should be waking.
It’s the 23rd of December 2007 in Aleppo, one more day and it’s Christmas eve. But today, I’m invited to celebrate the friends Christmas eve at one of my closest friends house. I’m excited, It’s kind of my first Christmas eve at a friend’s house in Syria. I ring the bell, and the moment her… Read More A memory so far gone.
Winter is approaching and it’s madly cold outside although I’m pretty well covered, with a coat and a scarf. I pass by this woman. She’s begging people for money, sliding between cars, knocking on windows and my heart knocks suddenly. Unconsciously, I’m staring at her with compassion and my mind suddenly travels to Syria. These kids are freezing… Read More To catch each other’s warmth.
I’m in the tramway and, I realize some tourists are in awe at the sight of the library I go to everyday. I look at it too, trying to find the beauty they’re contemplating, seeking for that thing that seems to astonish them but I don’t seem to find it. And that’s when I realize how… Read More I wish.