The Last Line of My Childhood by Vera Badalyan, Russia/Israel

I don’t know how a boy becomes a man and to tell you the truth, I don’t believe in such pompous words. But I know how you lose your childhood and how you carry on, moving somewhere new through the fear. I was eleven. I don’t remember myself well enough during these years: how I … Continue reading The Last Line of My Childhood by Vera Badalyan, Russia/Israel

A Wish for Christmas by Enana Hermez, Syria

In that photo, that frozen moment, one sole tree was standing. Simply decorated with strips of yellow lights wrapped around it. The humble Christmas tree stood there, informing the residents of Al-Hasakah - my home city - that the holidays season has arrived. Passers-by staring strangely at the tree as if though it’s a ray … Continue reading A Wish for Christmas by Enana Hermez, Syria