Syria’s Soil Even If Thrown Above Our Bodies
Marwan’s mother (37 years old) from the countryside of Idlib, crossed into Turkey a year ago to escape death. She lived a difficult life...
Students Long to Resume Their Education – A report by Hassan Abu Nooh
In Talbiseh city, which lies to the north of Homs, only the skeletons of schools remain. There are no playgrounds, no walls, no chairs...
Horse Carts Return to Syria’s Streets
Horse-drawn carts are returning to the streets of Maarat al-Nu’uman, as high fuel costs take their toll on the local economy. With fewer and...
Knitting the Way to a Brighter Future
A knitting project in the town of Maarrat al-Nu’man is both giving local women new economic tools and helping revive the local economy. The...
Idlib’s Table Tennis League
Kafr Nabl has hosted a table tennis championship as part of an initiative to revive sports activities in the Idlib countryside. More than 20...
Sowing Seeds with the Qatari Red Crescent
Fateh al-Mousa, a 40-year-old grain trader and farmer, says that a Qatari Red Crescent scheme is working wonders to boost the local wheat market...
Community Initiative Refits Shelters
As soon as she hears the warning sirens sound over the town of Hish, Khadija rushes with her children and grandchildren to the nearby...
The Talbiseh Field Hospital Needs Your Help
The Talbiseh field hospital in Homs is right on the front line, but deteriorating conditions mean that it also has to deal with out-patients...
The Pain of a Syrian Mother
Um Hani, a 45 year-old from the Idlib countryside, recalls accompanying her son Hani’s body to the cemetery. “Perhaps one of the most painful...
I Can Still Smell the Blood
My family and I were having lunch on the afternoon of September 15, 2013 in our home in the city of al-Tabqah when we...
Ceremony Honours Outstanding Students in the Latakia Countryside
In order to boost educational efforts within Syria, Ataa Relief organised a prize-giving for nearly 200 students who excelled in their studies during the...
Helping the Forgotten
Hind, a widowed mother-of-three who lives in the al-Karama camp, could hardly believe her eyes when she finally received a heater to warm her...
My Wheelchair and I
A woman fights to be well enough to return home.
I Live to Say Goodbye to Those I Love
Our suffering began the moment my son Qutaiba was arrested in his army barracks almost six years ago, at the beginning of the revolution....
I Don’t Even Have the Right To Grieve
Don’t ever make a friend during wartime. There’s a role for you to grieve as a mother, a sister, a wife, a lover, but...
Returning to be Welcomed by Missiles
We were forced to leave our home village because it was constantly caught in crossfire between battles raging in Idlib and Hama. Many villagers...
