A Journey Towards Home
A place to reflect on fragments of past lives and musings of uncertain futures
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The Left Eats Itself – A Poem
A cycle repeating itself A snake eating its own tail A tragedy, a comedy. Deep into organising the 67th action this week Ding-Ding, my phone sings It never stops buzzing I’m in demand I’m useful, I’m exhausted I want to believe that we’re making a difference! But they just signed a new $100 million dollar…
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A Deathbed of Salt – A Poem
I weep. I weep and my grief shatters the silence and spreads like wildfire, bringing life to that hazy, dead sea.
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Syria, the End of a Chapter
Stories through Photographs.
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A Letter to the Young Men of my Homeland
To Syria’s young men. To those serving their eighth year in the military against their will, not knowing if they’ll see tomorrow. To those working three jobs to provide for their families, to those who risked their lives and crossed the ocean illegally to escape execution, to those who have been disappeared and forcibly arrested…
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And Yet I Follow – an imprefect poem
Herein I allow my pen to do as it pleases, without judgement, I allow my subconscious to purely express itself in the form of words, to produce an art that makes me shiver. A true reflection of my most inner being. Imprefect. Abnormal. Unhinged. Dimashq, a toxic loveMy unwavering destinyMy tormentor, my saviour, my lover,…
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Chapter Six – Around the Balkans in 30 days
Riding high in the cabin of a truck, driving 110 km/h on snaky roads through deep valleys, hugging the edge of turquoise, crystal clear rivers and straight through the guts of the Slavic Alps, my hitch-hiking dream was coming true. I smoked a cigarette offered to me by the driver, listening to piercing Bosnian, Croatian…
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Chapter Five- Greece
The land of olive trees and wild figs We just finished making Moussaka and I’m patiently waiting for it to come out the oven. It’s very dark, I can hear crickets and hounds in the distance and the stars are sparkling across a velvety dark sky. I’m writing from a hillside in Greece overlooking the…
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Chapter Four- On Belonging.
Farewell Dimashq I left Dimashq two weeks ago. The taxi to Beirut was scheduled to pick me up at 6am on a Friday morning, so for my friends, that meant staying up all night to bid me farewell. The drinks kept coming, the music, the dancing, the tears and warm embraces, the snacks and wary…
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To Fall in Love in Dimashq, a Poem.
To fall in love in Dimashq Is to dare to hope in an absurdly hopeless place Is the courage to see the beauty amidst the ruins, the chaos, the death Is to chase an impossible dream A dream where not only does your love survive, but where you both still have a place to call…
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Chapter Three- Fragments of a Past Life
28 hours, $2100, and a taxi ride is all it took to take me back in time and deliver me, a scared, estranged little girl, to my childhood home. I have arrived. Breathe little girl, breathe.