I walk around Damascus and I see how confident and confined its soldiers are, both men and women. They wear their camouflaged suits and tie their machineguns to their backs, commanding the streets as if they were heroes. This makes them the proudest people in the city’s alleys. I’m sure, all the way north inContinue reading “The ugly truth that isn’t ugly”
Photograph by Linda JW / The road ahead – Tunisia Some people meet God on their way to Damascus. I met Joud from Jobar, instead. He was the driver who transported me yesterday from Beirut to my home in Damascus. He charged me a reduced fee of €40 for the whole car.
When I was 12, my father told me that I was a fly and that the West was a heated light bulb. He told me that the sparkling object from a distance would burn me alive if I ever went there. I was a rebel. I never listened. I installed a VPN software to accessContinue reading “We each suck in a different way”
Six weeks ago, Amazon contacted me, asking for my feedback on how to improve their services. Their email read the exact following: Your comments and suggestions will help us improve our store and offer better service to our customers. We are concerned about the activity on your account. We want to do all that weContinue reading “Climbing Down the Tower of Babel”
I’m 31 years old; yet, only a few months ago, I learned how to cut an onion. It was as if I discovered fire. This might not sound much to most people, but for the first time in my whole life, I knew how to prepare food.
We often take the most precious things in life for granted. Who truly takes into consideration his eyes while sitting in front of a screen for hours every day? Who worries about his hearing while blowing up his ears with headphones? Who worries about his legs while abusing his knees going up and down aContinue reading “Unappreciated”