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.
August 31, 2014
Damascus seen from above

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.
July 28, 2014
Fireworks and celebration in the street at night

The Next World Cup

I think about the World Cup four years ago. All the cafes were full, with large screens.
July 17, 2014
silk printing for Cry Me a River homage to my mother

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.