My name is Feras Selim and I’m Palestinain Syrian from Yarmouk Camp. My brother Usama was born in 1983 and is 11 years younger than me. We lost our father when Usama was just a child and soon again we had to face the loss of our mother. He used to say that I was …
Today is about remembering the victims of torture but my brother Okaba is much more than a number. All of our loved ones have stories, lives, families that have been left incomplete by their absence. My name is Yasmin Mashaan and I’m a member of Caesar Families Association, a group of families who found out …
My name is Oula al-Ghafeer, I’m from Idlib though I have lived in Germany since 2016. In Syria I was studying French literature. But after 2011, when the regime escalated their attacks on Idlib and put up checkpoints everywhere, I had to give up on my dream of graduating from the university. I have four …
I’m Sawsan Habbali from Homs. I studied English literature but didn’t finish it as I took part in the revolution in 2011. I have been displaced with my family to the Aleppo suburbs. Usama, my brother, was ambitious like every young man in the country, wanting to get a job and attend higher education. He …
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My father was a role model to me. He was respectful and kind and loved by everyone. I wasn’t lucky enough to spend more time with him. My name is Rami Kheirallah and I’m from Homs, I was 12 years old when my father was detained by Syrian regime because of his political activism in …
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My name is Amal, in English, it means “hope”. My husband Ahmed used to say that I’ve lived up to my name. Ahmed was the one for me, we fell in love and got engaged in 1991. We had our eldest daughter Hanin in 1995, she brought joy and love to our home. We had …
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I’m Jamal Ma’atouk from the western Damascus suburbs. I was born in 1959. My brother Nizar was six and I was ten years old when our father passed away. We didn’t get to live long with our father, so we were always curious to learn a lot about him. I remember me and my siblings …
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