April 9, 2016
composite with jasmine flowers over a wooden door

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.
January 13, 2016
Photograph of girl

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.
November 30, 2015
Woman in red and white headscarf

Remember Me

In 2002, I was on the Queen of the rivers, the Euphrates, with my good friend Selina, a Dutch woman.
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.
August 6, 2015
Man playing saxophone at home

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.