13. 08. 2017
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The Haunting

By Coline Houssais The light swathing Damascus is a soft, duck egg blue. It might be dawn. I walk on disjointed pavement or smooth concrete, my steps echoing between the buildings around me....

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29. 05. 2017
Lemons by Essie via Creative Commons

Frozen Lemonade

By Alaa Alboush “I’ll pay.” “No, I’ll pay.” “Last time you paid.” “So! I’ll pay this time too.” “Come on, Alaa, get ready to go to the shops.” “Why is it me every...

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14. 04. 2017
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An Artist’s Travels

By Elie Gerges I inherited my passion for art from my father. Even as a child I drew on the walls. I always dreamt of studying fine arts at Damascus University, but my...

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14. 04. 2017

My Graduation

By Zakaria Alabdullah One semester left before graduation! I called my dad and asked him if it was safe to fly back to Syria to do my last exams, for my last year?...

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18. 02. 2017
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Love in a Strange Land

By Dyana The UK was very different from Syria – 800 degrees different. When I was in Damascus, I didn’t really consider myself living any more. And my situation was still a lot...

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17. 04. 2016
Shipping crates by Lauren Manning via Creative Commons

Easy Target

By Shahed My fondest memories are those of childhood – memories of playtime, of true friends that I miss in these foreign lands. My city, Qamishli, a small city with humble streets, small...

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13. 01. 2016
Adapted from Alex Keshavjee

My Daughter’s Face

I recalled my daughter’s face. It was worth experiencing this torture, if she could just live like the rest of the world’s children. She had been born during the war, while we passed...

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20. 12. 2015
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My Bracelet

By Loulou When I was a young girl in Damascus, when everything seemed possible, I was told going to school and completing my education would be the most valuable thing I could do....

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28. 11. 2015

Craving Broasted

By Daniela Nofal Not a single day goes by without something triggering a thought about Syria, my home or my childhood. Today, despite being a vegetarian for two years now, the trigger was...

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07. 11. 2015
Guitar CC licence Paolo Martini

Journey To A New Life

By Fadi The first time I played guitar I was born in Saudi Arabia but my parents are from Deir ez-Zor. I used to visit every summer and stay with my family at...

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19. 09. 2015
Zylenia Creative Commons

The Keys To My Home

By Rasha Faek I used to complain about my father’s repeated requests that I take my key with me every time I wanted to go out. “My handbag is very small,” was my...

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05. 09. 2015
Creative Commons Nikos Koutoulas

Passage to Europe

By Muhammed, told to Juan delGado Translated by Nick Salter I come from the city of Qamishli, where I spent the best days of my life.  Despite the variety of accents and faiths, it was...

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06. 08. 2015
Still from UNHCR video

My Last Sweet Memory

Nader I fell in love with music when I was 15. I played drums, trumpet and trombone in the school band, but when I discovered the saxophone there was no looking back. I’ve...

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