Helen Carmichael Postcards from the Euphrates The Euphrates is stunning here: wide, dotted with tree covered islands and in the late afternoon sun it was a beguiling mixture of blues and greens. Ammar Azzouz The City of Black Stones My city is Homs, or as we Homsians call it: the city of black stones. Amr AlFaham Coffee Shops I miss the old coffee shops in Damascus, where time stopped hundreds of years ago. I miss the smell and the sound of bubbling water coming out of shishas, the laughters of tawleh players, the shouts and curses of card players. Pauline Saadé Anthony A Stroll in Aleppo While visiting Aleppo in the summer of 2010, I invited my American-born husband to stroll through its streets, starting from our old house in Azizieh, a neighbourhood near the citadel. Coline Houssais The Haunting I have dreamed of Damascus, once a week or so, for the past nine years. Endlessly, my mind has returned to the country where my body may no longer go. Mega Arsheed Swedish Idol I wish I could see those people that snickered at my dreams. I could tell them how unreasonable dreams do sometimes come true. Louay Al Roumani The Coin Seller “I have some ancient Byzantine and Roman coins. Want to take a look? I’ll give you a great price.” Dyana Frans' Hike Al Maseer is a group activity, a hike, in which people from all backgrounds, religions and beliefs come together. It takes place every year, and it would be led by Father Frans. Alaa Alboush Frozen Lemonade “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." Abdullah Allabwani The Land We Once Had Alzabadany means “the Good” - a land that doesn't let a seed lie in vain, but nurtures it until it grows to become a tree and gives its produce to the good people. Elie Gerges An Artist's Travels I was always searching for new drawing methods. For five years, I’ve volunteered to work with people with special needs, and I have tried to come up with simple ways to help these people draw. Zakaria Alabdullah My Graduation 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? Anonymous Hometown I always miss the small town of Breeke, especially in the holidays. It's not a fancy place. Dyana 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. Yasser Fallah Aleppo Markets When I was a little boy, I used to hear my father talking about the “Mdayene”, a name used by Aleppens to describe the old market. Anonymous The Arch Sometimes I try to avoid saying I'm from Syria, just to avoid talking about it. I don't think people understand. Maybe they have a good heart, but they approach it in the wrong way. Like when my colleague asked me: “How's your family?” I said: “They are OK, they don't... Firas A Londoner Before the war, people would ask me: “Where are you from?” And when I said: “From Syria,” many people would ask: “Where is Syria?”. Yasser Fallaha In the Souq “I need some dates, spices and zaatar halabi, Ramadan might be tomorrow”, my mum said to my dad. Mazen Bittar My Football Team Most of Syria’s football teams used to play on Fridays. As we were big fans of football, we used to wait impatiently for that day. Maya Deyri A Glass of Apricot What do you mean by a glass of apricot? Apricots grow on trees. You find them on a fruit stall, or hanging from a tree. Mazen Bitar The Citadel I used to wake up at 7.30 everyday, eat breakfast with my mum and dad, and then set off to work. Salam Al-Nukta and Eyad Al-Khayat My Smartphone I cannot see my family in Syria much, because it is so hard to get to them. So we send each other pictures on WhatsApp. Shahed Easy Target My fondest memories are those of childhood – memories of playtime, of true friends that I miss in these foreign lands. Zaina The Door to Everything I have been asked to write about my memories of Homs, the city where my parents were born, the one which for many years meant Syria to me and which sadly has become the prey of all human cruelties. Anmar Nassif The Syria Test They asked me a lot of questions. The first 20 were to verify if I was Syrian or not. Ahmad Beyond Barbed Wire On a cold night in 2013, I left my beloved house in my city Qamishli, and headed towards the barbed wire that separated our country from Turkey. Tètè (Grandmother) Amira Secrets of Preservation Syrians are specialists in preservation. Vegetables used to be soaked in salty water, then dried and stockpiled in glass jars. Abdullah 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. Loulou My Bracelet 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. Deborah Felmeth Remember Me In 2002, I was on the Queen of the rivers, the Euphrates, with my good friend Selina, a Dutch woman. You know how you’re on a river, and you see someone, and you know if you go round this curve in the river, and they keep running along the bank,... Daniela Nofal Craving Broasted 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 a sudden craving for ‘broasted’ chicken. Fadi Journey To A New Life The first time I played guitar... The date I'll never forget ... The trek through Europe's forests ... Rasha Faek 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. Muhammed Passage to Europe I come from the city of Qamishli, where I spent the best days of my life. I had never even thought of emigrating to Europe. Nader My Last Sweet Memory 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. Mays Nayfeh Bicycle Love Before I had my bike, “Wings”, I used to get around Damascus on foot. But then I decided to speed things up. Masa Kateb Flashbacks From Damascus I miss everything about Damascus, down to the smallest details. Abdullah Alesmael Hayat's Creations She creates life in everything she sees and touches. Indeed she is hayat – life. Samer Khoury Fireworks He is playing in his backyard – as he has done all his long, boring five years – when his mum calls him in. Khaled Alesmael The Vegetables Notebook In our house everything has a notebook, beginning with the shopkeeper’s monthly notebook, the provisioning notebook, the family notebook... 'The Phoenix' A Soul to Remember 28 November 2010. That was the day I packed my bags, said goodbye to my city and headed for Damascus. Iman Albuhturuy My Bicycle My bicycle is my saviour. It offers pleasure, vitality. It has given me self assurance. Lubna Mekdad My City Bosra al-Sham When the news breaks, my memories of you return, in letters soaked in cold blood. Oh my city. Lyana Darwish Aleppo Days These are murky and bitter days in Aleppo, days of endless exhaustion. I can’t escape my situation. Samer Khoury My Village Hopes A great moment of my life is when I stand on top of our village’s mountain at sunset. It’s like holding your beloved while closing your eyes imagining a future in which both of you thrive. Khaled Alesmael 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 in my dreams. It is my love. I care about its walls in the same way I care about the health of my grandmother. It warms me as if... Anonymous Street Musician Growing up in Salamiyah, a city near Homs, my parents made our home a musical environment. Samer Khoury 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. Yasser & Rima Little Details I left Syria on 22 July 2012. The main reason was the search for security. It is the same reason everyone leaves Syria nowadays. Salah Hamwi My Basketball Kit Everything started when I was ten years old. By that time I was already 170cm (5’6" feet) tall. Rana Abdul Fattah 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." Saif Mekdad Children's Laughter At the curve of the path by the nearby wheat field a laugh is flying... Nazdar Youssef Morning Meditation Some of my most beautiful memories are of a short walk through the alleyways of Bab Sharqi on the way to my hospital shift. Maher Abdo A Space to Paint I came to Istanbul almost ten months ago. I live in the house of friend of mine, in an area called Mecidiyeköy. Masa Kateb Exploring Syria through basketball I scored my first basketball shot back when I was seven years old. I was too short and my arms were weak... Maha Mekdad Haurani Cinnamon In Bosra Esham, when a new baby is born, we serve a cup of hot cinnamon and home-grown walnuts. Daniela Nofal The Smallest Gifts As a child, the trip to the grocery store was the highlight of my day. Maybe it was because I was allowed to go out, run around and contemplate adventures. Qisetna Guest Post: In Calais When I arrived in Calais I was very sorry I came. Dima Mekdad Micro Ride 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. Yara Shammaa One Word My voice is filling every hole in the air. Never in my life did I think I had such an ability to scream. Yara Alhasbani My Father's Dream I began learning the principles of ballet at a modest sports club in my neighbourhood. Massa Bitar The Next World Cup I think about the World Cup four years ago. All the cafes were full, with large screens. Bayda Asbridge Weaving was the answer to my grief British-Syrian artist Bayda Asbridge’s mother died in Damascus in 2012. She was unable to attend the funeral. Hadaya Trees Die Standing Ghassan was the son of the old war veteran Mohammad Hassan Mehro and came from the small farming town of Jamaraya. Ahmad Katlish A Long Deep Breath While everyone talks about death rates in Syria, what I picture is a friend back there playing her trumpet. Esam Hamzeh A Beautiful Day in Ma'loula 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. Massa Bitar Seeking the Jasmine Breeze 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. Ahmed Katish Not a Sign of Light The First Attempt to Leave Syria... The Return Maram Islambooli The Most Truthful Lie I saw the photo captured by my friend Suleiman years ago. A photo of a waste basket in a corner of one of Damascus's parks. S. Selka Moment of Departure 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 2011. Yaser Ahmad Cartoon Yaser Ahmad is a Syrian cartoonist Esam Hamzeh Snapshots of Syria Esam Hamzeh is a Syrian artist based in London Toka Samer Damascus Explore Damascus on film.