ByAmir Darwish As the bus accelerates, trees almost join each other, the gap between them too short to recognise … More
Category: My story
Daraa
By Farrah Akbik The fingers of innocence did write upon the walls; Beaten, tortured…their nails you did pull. With childhood … More
Letters of Dreams and Refuge (4)
By Hazem Darwish Between Izmir and Athens: dream sellers and a notebook swallowed by the road. The journey is … More
Al Sham
By Farrah Akbik I want to lay my head in the lap of Ghouta, Dull my senses with pomegranate wine. … More
We want to live
By Amir Darwish On a margin of a forgotten camp With pain we want to live With sadness With agony … More
Letters of Dreams and Refuge (3)
By Hazem Darwish Between Izmir and Athens: dream sellers and a notebook swallowed by the road. When you arrive … More
From Aleppo Without Love
By Amir Darwish I do not want to unshackle myself. Instead, I want to melt shackles and reforge them into … More
Damascene house…Closed doors and varieties of agony
By Reem Al-Homsi life in Damascus, “the city of jasmines” is no longer the same as it previously used to … More
Letters of Dreams and Refuge (2)
By Hazem Darwish Looking for the lost scent of Aleppo in the rapid steps toward the city of dreams When … More
Letters of Dreams and Refuge (1)
By Hazem Darwish Looking for the lost scent of Aleppo in the rapid steps toward the city of dreams In … More
