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.
October 22, 2016
Arch replica in Trafalgar Square

The Arch

Sometimes I try to avoid saying I’m from Syria, just to avoid talking about it. I don’t think people understand.
April 17, 2016
Shipping crates

Easy Target

My fondest memories are those of childhood – memories of playtime, of true friends that I miss in these foreign lands.
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.
March 19, 2016
Globe showing Europe

Finding salvation 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.