April 1, 2019

The singing children of Al-Hassakah

I remember, when we were young and winter came, how the people’s faces looked.
January 19, 2018
Interior of coffee shop

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.
January 19, 2018
Person walks through an arch in an Aleppo street

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.
May 6, 2017
Apricots on the tree

Wandering Old Damascus for 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."
April 22, 2017
Grapes on the vine

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.
February 26, 2017
Stone wall and buildings


I always miss the small town of Breeke, especially in the holidays. It's not a fancy place.
October 9, 2016
Path lined by trees in Hyde Park

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?”.
July 30, 2016
Aleppo souk at night

In the Souq

“I need some dates, spices and zaatar halabi, Ramadan might be tomorrow”, my mum said to my dad.
June 21, 2016

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.