Tag: A Million Stories

My hometown is Damascus. Damascus is the capital of Syria, perhaps the world’s oldest capital. Yasmin flowers can also be found in the oldest streets. They look beautiful and white. Continue reading “Everything different and new”

HE: I was in East Damascus in 2013. This year I fled to the city, to the centre. That’s where it started, the war started there. The main reason that caused the flight was: I was at work and I am an accountant by profession. My wife called and said to me, “Come and get me! Because of the kids. There’s a vehicle with rockets outside the door.” Continue reading “The flight”

After my husband went to prison, I didn’t hear from him. My little daughter Eva was three months old at that time, I had no milk and could not feed her. I fed them water and sugar. I went to my neighbors and borrowed money for milk for my daughter. They were very nice and caring. A bomb fell on a house near us, and then I fled. I took my children. When I left, my husband was in prison, I couldn’t go anywhere. Continue reading “The story of suffering – Her story”

I went to prison in 2011. I had a fight with a friend in front of the bakery. At that time there was no war in Syria, but the protests have begun. My friend reported me in and I went to prison. They put me in prison for two and a half years. The problems started in 2012. Ramadan. In the Ramadan, they tried to take me to court to get me out. We made up. We were on our way to court, but the road was blocked. I was told by the police that I’m not going to court. At 7 pm we went back to prison, where the demonstrations started. The prison guards were threatened by the inmates, who became aggressive and struck with guns. They shot three of them in the belly, so the other inmates got scared. Continue reading “The story of suffering – His story”