UA-125420510-1 Damascus – Qisetna: Talking Syria
February 18, 2017
Composite image: Beach at sunset with overlaid flowers

Love in a Strange Land

The UK was very different from Syria – 800 degrees different. When I was in Damascus, I didn't really consider myself living any more.
September 19, 2015
Heart and key silhouetted against sunset

The Keys To My Home

I used to complain about my father’s repeated requests that I take my key with me every time I wanted to go out.
July 3, 2015
Girl on bicycle

Bicycle Love

Before I had my bike, “Wings”, I used to get around Damascus on foot. But then I decided to speed things up.
June 21, 2015
Hakawati storyteller with book

Flashbacks From Damascus

I miss everything about Damascus, down to the smallest details.
April 14, 2015
Street scene with people and taxis

A Soul to Remember

28 November 2010. That was the day I packed my bags, said goodbye to my city and headed for Damascus.
March 26, 2015
Bicycle leaning against railings in Damascus

My Bicycle

My bicycle is my saviour. It offers pleasure, vitality. It has given me self assurance.
January 5, 2015
Composite of signs from Damascus buildings

Thursday, 9 o’clock

Old Damascus. It’s the heart of the city, and in the heart of everyone who has visited it. It is
November 18, 2014
Two Kurdish boys on top of Mount Qasyun

Smile

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.
October 29, 2014
Pomegranate seeds

Waiting

“I pray every day for the souls of the dead and I read the Quran every morning, but something is wrong with my heart."
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