مئتان وخمسون خطوة٫ أولها طريق مكشوف لقنّاص يقظ٫ يرصد بهمّة عالية٫ ليعود سعيداً مع قصّة حماسية عن إنجازه البطولي يرويها لعائلته على طاولة الغداء. قتلي هو الخطوة الأولى على الطريق. وفي الأخيرة بناء أبيض متسّخ يقف خجِلاً على كتف حارة ضيقة. على يمين الباب الحديدي الأسود المشرّع على مصراعيه دائماً٫ أثر رصاصة أخطأت خالي عند اقتحام الجيش لحارتنا وعلى يساره ...أكمل القراءة »
“It’s a whole different planet” this is the dominant idea that occupied my head when I first entered the world of north of Syria suburb’s women. Although I am originally from Edlib province, and I personally faced some of the suppression actions applied on its women myself, but haven’t known this much, and didn’t face the new layers of restrictions ...أكمل القراءة »
Syrians have been oppressed by a dictator & jihadists, bombed by the west, & you call us terrorists?
At first we didn’t recognise our friend. He had lost more than 10kg and had trouble standing up. His face was the colour of a ripe lemon, his clothes as filthy as if he had just climbed out of a tomb. Could that really be Mohammad? A week ago the 30-year-old pharmacist had been abducted in an Aleppo suburb by ...أكمل القراءة »
A box of colorful pins occupies the best location on my vanity, next to it, an expensive anti-wrinkle cream along with a tube of eyes’ age defense one. These are my daily make up kit, here in the opposition held Aleppo, that I chose to live at, until being abducted by a safer craziness\passion. The creams are to maintain my ...أكمل القراءة »
On a front line, couple of meters away from the Syrian army, where ISIL is in our north suburb and Assad Barrel bombs hit on daily bases, I have finally had my own very first Christmas tree. I have always wanted to have a bright-decorated one, similar to those my Christian friends in Edlib city –where I grow up- have. ...أكمل القراءة »