I belong to the Syrian democratic movement, and I hope its tools of resistance and organizing will continue to develop in the years to come. I am the daughter of the Syrian revolution. I belong to it, and I am honored by that belonging. I belonged and was honored, and I still am. I am... Continue Reading →
The Syrian exile: From «let’s do something» to «What can be done?»
March 2024 marked the end of my tenth year of exile from Aleppo, my hometown. On March 17, 2013, I was detained for several hours, and by the morning of March 18, I had left Syria, aware that any attempt to return could lead to my assassination or prolonged imprisonment at the very least. I had... Continue Reading →