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
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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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26. 02. 2017
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Hometown

By Anonymous I always miss the small town of Breeke, especially in the holidays. It’s not a fancy place. The locals plant aubergine in little fields – they love to fry aubergine. Or...

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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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19. 09. 2015
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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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03. 07. 2015
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Bicycle Love

  Before I had my bike, “Wings”, I used to get around Damascus on foot. But then I decided to speed things up. The city’s jasmine fell on my shoulders – I decorated...

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21. 06. 2015
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Flashbacks From Damascus

By Masa Kateb I miss everything about Damascus, down to the smallest details. I miss walking around the old city through alleys I’d discovered for the first time I miss chit chat with...

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14. 04. 2015
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A Soul to Remember

By ‘The Phoenix’ 28 November 2010. That was the day I packed my bags, said goodbye to my city and headed for Damascus. I contemplated the road through the car window and planned for...

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26. 03. 2015
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My Bicycle

By Iman Albuhturuy Translation: Samer Khoury My bicycle is my saviour. It offers pleasure, vitality. It has given me self assurance.  Riding it is always a new experience. One day I am an ordinary girl...

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05. 01. 2015
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Thursday, 9 o’clock

By Khaled Alesmael Old Damascus. It’s the heart of the city, and in the heart of everyone who has visited it. It is in my dreams. It is my love. I care about its...

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18. 11. 2014
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Smile

By Samer Khoury I walk daily through Damascus, from the south to the west, and through the north.The city is Syria now – it has people from everywhere. It has refugees, like the elderly man...

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29. 10. 2014
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Waiting

By Rana Abdul Fattah “I pray every day for the souls of the dead and I read the Quran every morning, but something is wrong with my heart.” The woman speaking is a mother of...

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16. 10. 2014
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Morning Meditation

By Nazdar Youssef Some of my most beautiful memories are of a short walk through the alleyways of Bab Sharqi (Old Damascus Eastern Gate) on the way to my hospital shift. It led...

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29. 09. 2014
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Exploring Syria Through Basketball

By Masa Kateb I scored my first basketball shot back when I was seven years old. I was too short and my arms were weak, so the average size seven ball wouldn’t reach...

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07. 09. 2014
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Micro Ride

  By Dima Mekdad When the driver of a London double decker bus stops to let one more running figure on, it always leaves a smile on my face. That such a well-calibrated system still...

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31. 08. 2014
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One word

By Yara Shammaa My voice is filling every hole in the air. Never in my life did I think I had such an ability to scream. It feels as if I have stored...

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31. 07. 2014
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My Father’s Dream

By Yara Alhasbani I began learning the principles of ballet at a modest sports club in my neighbourhood. My father had signed me up, despite the fact joining was expensive. My father had kept...

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28. 07. 2014
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The next World Cup

By Massa Bitar I think about the World Cup four years ago. All the cafes were full, with large screens. I think about how everyone wore their team’s colours, about the celebratory car rides after...

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23. 02. 2014
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A Beautiful Day in Ma’loula

By Esam Hamzeh It was a very beautiful day when I went to visit the oldest Christian city in the world, in the countryside outside Damascus. That city is Ma’loula. To reach it, I...

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23. 02. 2014
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Seeking the Jasmine Breeze

By Massa Bitar I have lived my whole life, 17 years in Damascus, but for a long time I never realised or sensed the beauty of this place. I never realised the greatness...

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08. 02. 2014
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The Most Truthful Lie

By Maram Islambooli I saw the photo captured by my friend Suleiman years ago. A photo of a waste basket in a corner of one of Damascus parks, a photo which he was...

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08. 02. 2014
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Moment of Departure

By S. Selka In 2010, Sami said goodbye to his father. He was going to Britain, his second home, with the hope of coming back to the Jasmine City in the summer of...

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03. 01. 2014
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Snapshots of Syria

Esam Hamzeh is a Syrian artist based in London Traditional Damascus house         Ma’loula    

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02. 01. 2014
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Damascus by Toka Samer

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