A Hard Life Cut Short in Syria
Qamar sat in the farmhouse where she now lived, having a cup of coffee with her cousin. Calmly, sorrowfully, she talked of the heartache...
Forty-Eight Hours in the War Zone
The events of June 28, 2012 are etched in my memory. They come back to haunt me every time I smell the stench of...
Surviving on Animal Fodder
Towards the beginning of the anti-government demonstrations in Syria, I had started gaining weight, and my mother and friends urged me to visit a...
Air Raids Just Routine in Besieged Syrian Town
Nothing seemed different about that particular morning in Douma. The cold night was over, and the sounds of artillery fire from government forces had...
A Stolen Biscuit
It was almost break time at the girls’ school I worked at in Douma. As I walked down the corridor, I heard a girl...
