Tag: A Million Stories

My name is Omar Al-Matroud, I was born on 11.08.1995 in Syria, Damascus. Up to my twentieth life I lived in a place called Yarmuk. The war forced me to leave my homeland. I had everything a person needs to live. My family belongs to the middle class, like most people from Syria. We are five brothers and sisters, all academics except me. I could not finish my studies because of the war. When I was 17, I worked voluntarily for the first time, then I looked for groups in which I could work voluntarily. I wanted to help other people. Continue reading “Old walls, new thoughts”

I am 23 years old. I studied banking in Syria. In the 2nd semester I dropped out, I did not finish. I studied during the war. I come from Homs, from Al-Rastan. There were a lot of soldiers in my town. They freed themselves from the army and founded the Free Army. That’s why we were a red rag for the regime. I have always had a lot of problems with the city on my ID card. There were many explosions, bombs. I could no longer live there. That is why we moved to another city, to Damascus. Also this place was bombed, grenades, rockets from above. When we were still in my homeland, my older uncle was killed, he was hit in the head. Continue reading “I want to use my abilities”

My country is the most beautiful country in the world. In the past, but no more today. I come from Syria. People back then had very beautiful thoughts, but through the spread of death, through war, people’s thoughts changed completely. We welcomed every person who passed by our houses without even knowing who they were. Our doors were open to everyone. But today, when poverty is spreading, people are hiding from themselves. For when they see someone, they no longer say “Come in” to him because they no longer have anything to offer him. Continue reading “The only country that has given me so much”