Writer: Qamar al-Said

Towards the end of March 2015, my family and I left our house in Douma and moved to a farmhouse in al-Sheyfuniya, a settlement...

I felt the tremor before I heard the blast. A government plane had just fired a missile at my street. By the time the...

When I stormed out of my house on August 3, 2014, I was angry with my husband. We had argued about the meal I...

I only understood the true meaning of war when my son was killed. My life simply ended that day. All my dreams for him...