October 6, 2019

Childhood friends

Life is a permanent childhood where fading memories always get a chance to come back to life, like a sunrise promising a new sunny day.
August 22, 2019
Damascene Brocade.

The beauty of Queen Elizabeth’s brocade wedding veil from Damascus

In 1947, the British Royal Palace requested brocade for the royal wedding dress. Syria sent a piece, its pattern ‘The Birds of Paradise’ later become known as 'The Queens' pattern'.
August 12, 2019
Mount Qasioun.

The Mountain of the 40 Prophets

I lived at the foot of Mount Qasioun, in the basin of middle-class oblivion. I often sat on my balcony and contemplated how beautiful it looked.
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.
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.
March 1, 2015
People walking down a ruined colonnade

My City Bosra al-Sham

When the news breaks, my memories of you return, in letters soaked in cold blood. Oh my city.
December 31, 2014
Street full of restaurant diners at night

Street Musician

Growing up in Salamiyah, a city near Homs, my parents made our home a musical environment.
September 20, 2014
Piles of colourful Syrian sweets

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.
September 7, 2014
Cars driving down a busy road by night

Remembering the daily 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.