Tag: syria

My name is Amro Nasani, I am 22 years old and come from Syria. I come from a middle-class family, like most Syrian people. We’re four boys in the family.

My grandfather was a very respected commander of the Syrian Air Force, unfortunately he was suspended from his position when Hafez al Assad became in charge. My grandfather had a huge influence, which the former president did not like. He was suspended from one day to the next, without justification, from his profession and placed under house arrest. A man in his position was taken everything, he became very ill and died motionless in his bed. Continue reading “The story of survival”

I’m from Afrin. Afrin is a very beautiful city. Many people with different religions live there. Everyone lived together, but the war destroyed everything. Since the war, people have been fighting over religion. Before the war, everyone stayed together. Continue reading “What I saw in Syria made me age by 100 years”

I come from Damascus. Everything in Damascus is beautiful. The air – everything.

I left my country of origin on 13.12.2015 and arrived in Germany on 28.12.2015. I fled the war. My husband and I are divorced. He fled before I did with the children. Continue reading “It was like a miracle”

My name is Abdullah, I am 36 years old and come from Syria, Afrin. Originally I’m a Kurd. Afrin used to be a beautiful city, today its condition is very bad, very difficult. Before the war, no city could be compared to Afrin, people lived a normal life in their houses, just like in any other country.

Syria is under dictatorship, but as long as you don’t interfere in politics, you can do whatever you want. The important thing is not to interfere. We belong to the oppressed people in Syria. The Kurdish language was forbidden for us, indeed it was forbidden and we were forced to speak Arabic. They leave you alone as long as you live your life normally and follow the rules. But if you demand your rights or think of speaking your mind, they lock you up. Continue reading “Until when?”

My name is Mahmoud, I am 37 years old and come from Syria, Afrin.

I was born in a village near Afrin in Yakhur. At eight I left the village and moved to Aleppo. In Aleppo I worked in my uncle’s sewing shop, after two years I started in a university cafeteria, where I didn’t like it very much, so I changed my job. I started working in a very famous Syrian restaurant, they made Shawarma and other delicious dishes. I’ve been in that restaurant for eight years. Then I had to join the military, then I worked in the restaurant for another year, until I started in a car repair shop, I worked there for the next 8 years.
Later I travelled to Lebanon and worked as a car tire mechanic, after three years I went back to Syria and became self-employed. It went well, thank God. Continue reading “The loving”

I’m in a foreign country, I’m cold, I’m scared.

The way before me unclear, in me so many words, but the language is missing to translate them.

I’m in a room full of people and I don’t know what to do. Continue reading “My way”