Archive for August 2019

We still the victims of our Homeland´s dream, The Homeland, that exists in our platonic imagination, where you can see it in the way you love it, from outside your cell, and far from the exile.

I read Les Misérables when I was sixteen years old and watched the movie a few years later. The scene that I failed to notice in the novel but found immensely powerful in the movie entails a group of men that had remained and fought the barricade until the end. They may have been a…

When I was nine years old, I loved a blonde girl who was a year older than me. What I recall from this naive love is that I was behaving foolishly and madly whenever I was around her. A decade and a half have passed since, but I still lose control whenever I fall in…

Once upon a time during the siege of the Eastern Ghouta, we bought oranges for an amount that exceeded 15 US dollars. There were three of us then. Being in a state of disbelief, we kissed the oranges and took pictures with them, before proceeding to eat. My second memory of that day, aside from…

In a prison cell, a soldier tried to sever the vein in my right hand because, according to him, “it wrote.” He was heavily inebriated so I told him that I am left-handed to save my right wrist; his blade had already penetrated twenty millimeters of my wrist. I lied during that day. Perhaps it…