Lilan was one of thousands of children who sat behind doors. Behind life’s doors, waiting for the return of those who left. I met him in Aleppo, during the days of siege, in one of the rounds I made trying to meet people and learn about their concerns, sufferings, and…

Through the window, a world unfolds, A narrative of pain and stories untold. In the pouring rain, the floods rise high, A reflection of tears from a troubled sky. Curly hair, lips painted red, Eyes like beads, a tale to be read. …

Why does the sea laugh? — Why does the sea laugh? the waves of the heart! The sea is angry, not smiling The story is not a joyful one, The sea’s wound doesn’t heal, And our wounds have doubled. Poor us, laughing at our misfortune, Like roosters, our spirits are sweet, Stolen by the knife, Hamoua, Yet…

What should I do? With all those gardens and miss a flower perfumes my fingers? Light up a bit of your night’s darkness so the butterfly doesn’t lose its way While seeking refuge in you.

Labyrinth of Longing — In the depths of your embrace, Where secrets find their dwelling place, You held her close, a fragile thing, Her pain, her madness, on your tongue you cling. Like stolen words, unspoken fears, You tasted her essence, through her silent tears. Outside her room, your heart did weep, For secrets held, are secrets deep. A warm embrace, a longing true, In the quiet corners of your soul, Where whispered confessions take their toll, You cradled his heart, a fragile song,

In the chambers of the mind, where thoughts reside, A word’s weight settles, deep it does abide, “I am Serious,” it proclaims with grave decree, Casting a shadow, curbing laughter’s glee. Before we begin the discussion, there’s a corpse in my chest awaiting burial. …

I saw her drop to her knees, hug the child, and then rise and spin around, his head pressed against her chest as though she wanted him to enter her heart. There was no place or time for happiness. No time for joy. By Hasan Almossa I Was Born Twice: Stories of Syria’s Tears Read Full story Here No Time For Joy when I stepped out of the car that had taken me to Atma Camp, which was getting larger every day, the first thing I…hasanalmossa.medium.com

Nobody thinks about me how can i get up like I fell Look, I fell into the fire Far from my home This is not life, this is a trap I’m devastated In shadows cast by raging flames, I find myself, lost in life’s cruel games. …

If fate intertwines our paths one day, And from a distance, our eyes lock in a gaze, Draw near, my love, I vow not to release you. Lost in my eyes, should you find yourself, Fear not, for I won’t tether your flight. …