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After fifteen long years, I set my foot in Syria once more. As I entered Damascus, my heart nearly gave out. The city, my soul’s cradle, welcomed me with silent stories etched in every wall and stone.
Crying, laughing, lost, speechless…
It felt like finally touching a dream that had been aching in my chest for too long. Damaged but defiant, Damascus still the most breathtaking city on Earth.
More better quality pictures are on my gallery / Syria.
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Thank you for taking me to Damascus. I hope Syria continues to grow and thrive.
Thank you, Debra, for your kind words. I wish you can really visit it someday when things are better hopefully
Mohamad, fifteen years away and Damascus still greets you as if you only stepped out for a moment—scarred, stubborn, and impossibly beautiful. Your words (and photos) remind us that cities, like people, endure by remembering who they are. Home clearly never forgot you.
Thank you, Michael, for the kind words. They really made my day! It honestly feels like I never left. I was even navigating the area by pure instinct; I didn’t even have to think about where I was going, I just arrived. Areas remembered as I never forget
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