The Poetry Project

Afghanistan

Unreachable as a Rainbow

Anonymous Afghanistan   The big question: dream or aim? Everyone says that dreams are out of reach. I say that ...

On security and the little freedoms in Germany

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   Young women are allowed to have a boyfriend here They can go out with them ...

Father

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan   A hundred kisses I send to the dust That your feet whirl up. A hundred ...

Only You

Mahdi Hashemi Ghazni, Afghanistan, raised in Iran   We now see times
In which you are there,
And only you. You love ...

On Tehran

Yasser Niksada Panshir, Afghanistan   I myself am only the story of a refugee in Iran. I have burdened myself ...

You

Yasser Niksada Panshir, Afghanistan   Compared to my pain, you are small. You tell me I take everything away from ...

The Only Son

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   There were 65 people on the boat. The smuggler gestured to a mountain, There is ...

Nimruz

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan   We sat on the flatbed of the truck, In the desert of Nimruz, when we ...

Sea

Alidad Jafari Herat, Afghanistan   Enough of the sea, enough of the narrow heart of the sea. Sea, how hospitable ...

Life

Nabila Nayebi Kabul, Afghanistan   Life is God’s most wonderful gift; we should use it well, because it is short. ...

Comparison with Home

Mahmud Rostami Ghazni, Afghanistan   Ghazni is a beautiful town. In Ghazni there are different fruits: grapes, apricots, apples, almonds, ...

Rules in the Institution

Mahdi Hashemi Ghazni, Afghanistan   If you use the telephone, I’ll take it away from you! I want to go ...

Grief

Hamed Baluch Kang, Afghanistan   The realm of grief owes me a love affair. The burden of grief owes me ...

Childhood

Hamed Baluch Kang, Afghanistan   Mother stands for love. Mother stands for tranquillity. Mother stands for friendship. Mother stands for ...

In the Name of Freedom

Hamed Baluch Kang, Afghanistan   Home. A place that represents the origins of every person. A place that should represent ...

Like An Arrow

Mahdi Hashemi Ghazni, Afghanistan, raised in Iran   It took a month: the trip That wasn’t a trip at all, ...

Traces

Yasser Niksada Panshir, Afghanistan, raised in Iran Be next to me and seeWhat has happened to me.It is over, the ...

Berlin

Mansour Hamidi Kunduz, Afghanistan   Berlin means freedom. Freedom to go out alone without fear. I can do what I ...

Shattered

Nasima Haidari Kabul, Afghanistan   I was in the kitchen. Do you remember? You flung the towel. You shattered the ...

About Longing for God

Hamed Mirzaie Kunduz, Afghanistan   Faith is something that all people have within them Some people see religion as something ...

Buildings of the Future

Zahra Sharifi Ghazni, Afghanistan   Every building was once a simple sketch. So do not be deceived. Your Now need ...

Headscarf

Sarah Safi Kapisa, Afghanistan   I thought you could fulfil your wishes in Germany No barriers would be put in ...

Letter to a Girl Friend

Sarah Safi Kapisa, Afghanistan   Greetings, dear friend, Many days have passed since we poured out our hearts to each ...

With Fear in my Heart

Muska Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   On the day I came to Germany, no one helped me I did not know ...

A Piece of White Cloth

Muska Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   It makes no difference Which country she grew up in Which God she believes in ...

Responsibility

Jamal Abasi Herat, Afghanistan   Teachers can bear great responsibility With a few words they can shape you to be ...

On the nature of freedom

Jamal Abasi Herat, Afghanistan   Freedom is a fine word For which much has been sacrificed And which can harbour ...

For the children of my homeland

Elyas Balkhi Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   Early in the morning, I go to school. Children play in the park, they have ...

River of tears

Elyas Balkhi Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan   Water can have many meanings Water can take many forms Waves of the sea Bend ...

Without You

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan Living my life here without youIs difficult, father.I am thirsty for your tears.And to cry here ...

Women

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan   When I say women, I mean real women, Those with eyebrows, real noses, and shoulders. ...

Mother

Kahel Kaschmiri Ghazni, Afghanistan If only you were here, I would kiss your feet. I would bow before you And ...

Hopeless

Ghani Ataei Herat, Afghanistan They killed in the village before my eyes. Four days I could not speak. Four days ...

Tomorrow

Ali Ahmade Bamyan, Afghanistan Be calm, you say to me. Reminding me that you are still there. What will be ...

Love

Samiullah Rasouli Ghazni, Afghanistan If you love me for my beauty,Then love me not.Love instead the sun and its rays. ...

High and Madness

Shahzamir Hataki Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan Love is a high and madnessAnd strange to the world,She sits there always, from dusk until ...

My Last Summer in Afghanistan

Kahel Kaschmiri Ghazni, Afghanistan was hot; the rays of the sun burned so much that I could barely work. But ...

Compassion on the Back of a Fly

Sadat Pana Sayed Kunduz, Afghanistan   In arrogance, humans are destined to fail, Because God does not love arrogant people. ...

What I don’t miss about Afghanistan

Somayeh Hasanzadeh Herat, Afghanistan   What I don’t miss about Afghanistan: The danger on the streets. In the evening, from ...

Is It a Crime to Be an Afghan?

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Is it a crime, to have been born in Afghanistan? Why do I ask? Because ...

Alone

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Alone in a room Alone in the dark Alone and without my family, I learned ...

Violence and Pride

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Do I not have the right to choose my partner? What makes an Afghan woman ...

Herr Friedrich, King of the Immigration Office

Robina Karimi Kabul, Afghanistan   Since I came to Germany I have met warm-hearted and malicious people. Well-wishers supported me ...

Brazil

Flower of Tragedy

Danielly Guzzo De Arauja Vitória, Brazil   Life awakes A small flower is born Colourless, but it is a flower ...

Burkina Faso

I am!!!

Téné Coulibaly Bobo-Dioulasso, Burkina Faso   I am!!! I am the one who saves people in all kinds of situations ...

Cambodia

Arrived

Ngin Luy Phnom Penh, Cambodia   Since I fled to Germany, I have had a strange feeling. I am afraid. ...

Fear

Julina Paul Phnom Penh, Cambodia   I am a girl who grew up with grandmother. Fear. Everyone knows fear. But ...

Truth

Huy Luy Phnom Penh, Cambodia   Lying once or twice can become a habit. Even if you want to tell ...

Back

Hour Luy Phnom Penh, Cambodia   I can’t cry but my heart is bleeding Laughter sticks in my throat They ...

Columbia

The Joy of Walking

Gabriel Wolz Cartagena, Columbia   I am only happy when I walk, and so move away from the bad things ...

Czech Republic

Best Friend

Sebastian Byrtus Staric, Czech Republic   My friend Honza was the best. Grey eyes, brown hair and very strong. We ...

Ethiopia

Home Is a Wall

Sadam Abdullahi Ethiopia   Home is not just a place. Home is where you feel at home. Where you want ...

Eritrea

Love Is Not Only a Word

Yohana Yohannes Asmara, Eritrea   I have already loved Love is not only a word Love is pain Love is ...

What Freedom?

Hayelom Stege Barentu, Eritrea   Freedom? I did not know it My village? My small world Leave this world? Impossible ...

Germany

No Borders at All

Tristan Ludwig Mannheim, Germany   Hallo, hallo, where do you belong, where, where? No place inside Germany’s borders No place ...

Beautiful Munich

Fanny Haimerl Munich, Germany   How should I describe Munich? How should I describe its splendour to those who do ...

Lie

Maya Taherpour Kalantari Moers, Deutschland   “She looks so happy!” “She´s always so confident!” “I wish I was her ” ...

Imagination

Johin Nüsse Ueckermünde, Germany   Imagination creates mythical creatures Mythical creatures create friends Friends create family Family creates generations Generations ...

Secret Dreams

Hanna Riegenring Berlin, Germany   Elisa, five, dreams of peace, that the world will stop making war she no longer ...

Cake for Everyone

Fabian Reuber Berlin, Germany   Chocolate cake for me Parrot cake for God Apple strudel with custard for mum Vanilla ...

Language Is Life

Rachel Ulrich Berlin, Germany   You read your poem In your native language About your longing About your life And ...

Means of Repression in Prenzlauer Berg

Lotti Spieler Berlin, Germany   I miss winter as much as summer, and always when the opposite season is not ...

What if

Sherin Cavlan Berlin, Germany   War, all of a sudden. What if there were suddenly war? Then I would run ...

Wounded

Fatima Chouli Berlin, Germany   I am alone – alone in a foreign country. Alone, where no one is with ...

Came and Went

Sophia Detzner Berlin, Germany   They came alone Full of hope, with a dream The dream was shattered, hope scarcely ...

Our Job

Emma Sörgel Wendelstein, Germany   Integration can change so much. Not for the worse, but for the better. Towards coexistence. ...

To the AfD

Sophia Grabendorfer Wendelstein, Germany   I am afraid. When I walk the streets and see blue-and-red election posters, I feel ...

Integration

Samira Diesch Wendelstein, Germany   Integration – a complicated word. Integration – what is expected from them. Adapting – is ...

Stranger

Lulya Yigzaw Wendelstein, Germany   I felt like a stranger when I arrived at the new school. I felt like ...

Winter

Rachel Ulrich Berlin, Germany   Five summers ago You were still there You said Rachel, take care Once in the ...

Lost for Words

Rachel Ulrich Berlin, Germany   In the mornings Sounds from the radio: Seehofer, Söder, AfD, Bavaria While my head compiles ...

Where Do I Belong?

Helena von Beyme Berlin, Germany   It is not a place Perhaps a smile A friendly word My place is ...

I’d Like to Say You Are Multi-Coloured

Helena von Beyme Berlin, Germany   Germany, you can be grey Your wind blows through narrow streets Through blonde and ...

The Others

Fiona Zühlke Berlin, Germany   Look, then look away again. Look how she is looking, but don’t look now, she’s ...

Arriving

Fiona Zühlke Berlin, Germany   Aohmadan nafasheshidan man miajam. Arriving, breathing, I arrive. Arriving sounds like rest. I have just ...

Broken Waves

Lene Teufert Leipzig, Germany   I have lost myself in the broken waves. In the past I often thought about ...

I Had It, It Has Gone

Lilly Friedrich Babelsberg, Germany   I am alone. I sit here and think. The house is empty. The room is ...

Where Boundaries End

Lea-Marie Stampehl Rathenow, Germany   Boundaries. Personal, geographical, moral. How close do I let someone get to me? How close ...

Paradox

Jana Mihm Fulda, Germany   It is strange How, after a certain time, You can long for something That is ...

No Word Is Right

Tamara Erlangen, Germany   No word is right. How can you express your feeling so well? You are so young. ...

Familiar Stranger

Zoё Matt-Williams Berlin, Germany   blurry, half-sleep thoughts of a plane landing and the scream of rubber on hot cement ...

Checkerboard Kitchen Tiles

Zoё Matt-Williams Berlin, Germany   I grew up in a hallway that scratched my feet but went on and on ...

“Other”

Zoё Matt-Williams Berlin, Germany   Hot summer day. Noon. The trees are sweating when my friend tells me he wants ...

Silent questions

Emma Defty Berlin, Germany   When they wait at the bus stop, I see the refugees who live in a ...

Refugees Welcome

Emma Defty Berlin, Germany   2015, summer, Berlin. We collect our receipts in the ice-cream parlour to reclaim the money. ...

Being a woman

Amira Gudegast Berlin, Germany   Being a woman is not always fair. Much is expected, and you grow up yourself ...

The Germans

Amira Gudegast Berlin, Germany The Germans are punctual, orderly and reliable. They work for society. They work a lot and ...

Where I belong

Lotta-Marie Titze Berlin, Germany   A large decorated door Behind it A very specific smell It is almost empty, but ...

At last

Moritz Palma Berlin, Germany   It happened at last. He spoke to me. A stream of joy pervaded me. His ...

MovingOutMovingOnMovingIn

Jette Albrecht Berlin, Germany   Moving out At last Because I can and want to and may And a little ...

Adopted home

Constanze Magnolia Shuruq Josting Berlin, Deutschland   When the plane lands The warm embrace Of your cold winter air greets ...

The Germans, the others

Constanze Magnolia Shuruq Josting Berlin, Germany   A Nazi – ∑ – a terrorist > Hey, tell me I have ...

You Are No Longer at the Beginning

Sophie Senger Berlin, Germany   In the beginning is injustice It gnaws at you Like the hunger that devours your ...

Breathe

Ronja Lutz Berlin, Germany   (Nafas kashidan, rasidan.) Breathe. Breathe! It’s getting better already. Better every day. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. ...

My last Summer in Berlin

Michael Krasnov raised in Berlin, Germany My last summer in Berlin was warm, The sun’s rays burned so strongly, That ...

Great Britain

Walls

Sarah Moles Lyall Edinburgh, Scotland   In Berlin I discover borders overcome, overturned, undermined. As the ’89 woodpeckers knew, walls ...

Abandoned Port

Lara Williams Oxford, UK   The woman on the matted blanket examines me closely I blush under her gaze Why ...

Iran

The Pain of Loss

Matin Hosseini Baghershahr, Iran   It is very painful to miss someone. Missing someone means that your heart stops beating ...

I Don’t Believe in Truth

Matin Hosseini Baghershahr, Iran   Every time I hear the word truth or honesty, I laugh quietly and say to ...

A Second for the Innocent

Reza Hossaini Mashdad, Iran   Don’t be sad about the lost time But don’t forget either To cry For the ...

Beginning of life

Mohamad Mashghdost Bandar Anzali, Iran The beginning of life was That I did not exist. There was a mother. She ...

Days of My Life

Ehsan Hamidi Mashhad, Iran   Days of my life have passed. You have to part from friends and relatives, from ...

Search for the Dream

Ehsan Hamidi Mashhad, Iran   Night again, after midnight again, and I am still awake again, still awake and searching ...

Refuge

Rohulla Amini Mashhad, Iran   Oh Fatherland, in my thoughts I am still there. I enjoy two privileges. One is ...

Never Abandon Hope

Nazanin Jafari Shiraz, Iran   Everyone can have a good future, Who looks ahead and is attentive And does not ...

Homeland

Mohamad Mashghdost Bandar Anzali, Iran I’ve left my home, my heart. Now it is like sleep and dream And burns ...

Love and Separation in Germany

Mahdi Rezaei Teheran, Iran   Love is a matter that many are concerned with. Some are successful, others fail. What ...

Home

Mahdi Rezaei Teheran, Iran   Live without home? I don’t want that. Just as the mind can’t be without the ...

Iraq

Separation

Katya Haji Ido Alqush, Iraq   First day in Germany With my mother And my two little brothers We were ...

Only Together

Armand Haji Ido Alqush, Iraq   On the first day in Germany I felt I was in the desert For ...

The Apple

Alan Halo Shingal, Iraq   I see a large garden Vegetables and fruit everywhere And my mother at its centre ...

Only My Mother

Mohammed Ali Al Mhesen Baghdad, Iraq   When I come home late, there is no one who notices my absence, ...

My Happiness

Mohammed Ali Al Mhesen Baghdad, Iraq   I saw a bit of hamburger lying in the kitchen. I took the ...

Rose Heart

Sarah Oheed Babylon, Iraq   Yarin and Gasma are small but beautiful I feel my village in my soul My ...

Images of you

Zakariyya Al Obydy Bagdad, Iraq   Like a grave, the plane takes from you those whom you love. After your ...

Our House

Amir Shaduli Shingal, Iraq   We had a house, we built it ourselves. The walls of stone, their colours smelled ...

Jordan

Untitled Rap

Shakush Amman, Jordan   Sin Lam Alef Mim to all believers and unbelievers, Hey guys, wake up from your eternal ...

Lebanon

Kisses in the Pack

Hassan Al Hamad Tyros, Lebanon   Dear mother, now I must flee! Let me embrace you in farewell, kiss me! ...

Keeping Silent

Alaa Hallak Albass, Lebanon / Palestine   The true core of a person lies not in what he says, but ...

Libya

More Dangerous than the Question

Salah Ali Ngab Tripoli, Libya   A blonde woman asks me Why did you come? A vague question A red ...

My Mother Country

Salah Ali Ngab Tripoli, Libya   My homeland has no borders And no gates that owners of coloured passports can ...

Here and There

Salah Ali Ngab Tripoli, Libya   Between here and there There is no difference Believe me, humans are humans In ...

Nigeria

Silent Tears

Glory Osazuwa Edo State, Nigeria   Each day as evening starts to set The ache builds in my chest I ...

Night Time

Glory Osazuwa Edo State, Nigeria   Night is cold Night is sad for some Night is so dark Night comes ...

Future without War

Queen Ufomba Nigeria   In future we will no longer have to fight, because the people before us have already ...

Romania

Guilt

Alex Timotei Alesd, Rumania   Violence on the street. The two are hitting and beating each other. The police are ...

Saudi Arabia

The Velvet World of Writing

Shahad Albayroudi Hail, Saudi Arabia   I was so full of this feeling, this overpowering impression of not belonging to ...

Somalia

Motivation

Abdikarim Mohamed Ali Mogadishu, Somalia   You are responsible for yourself Whether you laugh or cry No one can know ...

Switzerland

Faces at 7:15 am

Lilly Boos Zurich, Switzerland   7:15 Down the stairs, light a ciggy The ciggy goes out and the bus turns ...

A man can

Pipa Kläy Zurich, Switzerland   A man can And a woman can’t Maybe from your point of view Everything and ...

»Good foreigners«

Pipa Kläy Zurich, Switzerland   Grew up in an area Where I was the only one at school Whose mother ...

Syria

Easy

Hussein Kasha Aleppo, Syria   When I was little, life was easy. To get up in the morning and have ...

Sound of the Piano

Ahmad Al Rifai Daraa, Syria   The smoke flees from my lung like my soul. The clock no longer ticks, ...

I Remember

Anonymous author Syria   I was ten years old. I remember the burning tears of my father. The sadness and ...

Parting

Jin Hamo Afrin, Syria   I feel the fresh air And breathe it in. I look at the mountains And ...

Poet out of Homesickness

Naseh Qutaish Idlib, Syria   I have never in my life written poems, but in my foreignness my feeling is ...

To My Beloved

Ahmad Al Mohamad Aleppo, Syria   In the city of dreams Where people never sleep One night that no days ...

Looking Back

Hassan Zir Idlib, Syria   I stood at a stair, two or three steps. A small stair, next to a ...

We Kill Our Dreams

Hani Shebel Idlib, Syria   At that time he sat in the dark, lonely cell of a prison. The warder ...

Foreign Soil

Diana Hamido Aleppo, Syria   Yearning follows me like a shadow a chain of memory that pulls me into the ...

Disappointed Hope

Safe Hajjar Aleppo, Syria   Why are we disappointed, when we entrust our secrets to those we love most? We ...

You

Safe Hajjar Aleppo, Syria   You came to support me. I was relieved, I felt your kindness when you helped ...

Story of a Dream

Adham Al-Jwabra Syria   Dreams don’t enter your mind of their own accord Every dream has a story The dream ...

Nature

Mahmoud Jamou Aleppo, Syria   Look at nature. Then you understand everything. Only writers understand it! Now we are making ...

Place of Refuge

Janat Alo Afrin, Syria   Oh sea: am I part of you? At a loss, I come to you, my ...

Promise

Ghaith Al Kazzaz Damascus, Syria   In my name and the name of everybody, we thank the German state and ...

Black-and-White

Barakat Alahmad Hasaka, Syria   Some of us are like the sea, and others like a white sheet of paper. ...

Bridge

Aya Alahmad Damascus, Syria   Time passes. Damascus remains like a bridge for me between my soul and my body. ...

The Reason for Her Silence

Batol Almawed Damascus, Syria   A girl flew with the wind like a flying leaf. Those who saw her thought ...

Yearning

Youmna Hamdan Damascus, Syria   When I arrived in Germany, I had many positive emotions. First of all I was ...

Tears of Darkness

Simon Darwish Damaskus, Syrien   I hear music. And when I hear music, I remember you. Mother! And I look ...

Autumn at Home

Simon Darwish Damascus, Syria   Autumn in my homeland is the loveliest time of the whole year When autumn comes, ...

My Home is My Paradise

Simon Darwish Damascus, Syria   My home is my paradise. My home is the home of beauty. My home, where ...

Identity

Zanav Subiman Damascus, Syria   Some people place them in the pigeonhole of Religion, ethnic group or nation. For two ...

Tuesday

Bahaa Ghazalah Al Haar Hama, Syria   Yes, right, it was Monday yesterday. And what day is it today? Today ...

The Question of Origins

Amar Alhaw Damascus, Syria   Once I was at the river Main with friends. We were in a good mood, ...

Please Don’t Come Closer

Alaa Al Najjar Damascus, Syria   A white piece of paper And a pen in my hand And time moves ...

What Am I?

Abdo Ali Aleppo, Syria   What am I really? A Kurd? Arab? Turk, Afghan, Pakistani? What am I then? I ...

Dear Night

Sameh Dib Galil, Syria   Nature is changing now. Autumn followed by winter. The quietness kills itself. Everything is transitory. ...

Carrier Pigeon

Mohamad Narbi Damascus, Syria   Now my poems fly to you, like a carrier pigeon, that brings the love, yearning ...

Damascus

Rojin Namer  Kamishli, Syria   How shall I describe Damascus? How shall I describe paradise to those who do not ...

First Home

Ahmed Tamo Amude, Syria   In Amude I was born I played football there Every day But my first home ...

Sheathe the Arabian Swords

Ali Alzaeem Idlib, Syria   Oh October, I will tell of Laila, of how she kissed freedom. Seven heavens attend ...

Portrait in Berlin Nights

Ali Alzaeem Idlib, Syria   The eyes of Berlin know my homeland. But does the city understand my heart? Does ...

Don’t Mention Me

Ali Alzaeem Idlib, Syria Don’t write That I am a refugee I came to you with a life jacket Without ...

The Green City

Ali Alzaeem Idlib, Syria   A round before eternity The green city With the branches of olive trees Showed me ...

Still Here

Alaa Aldin Khalifeh Damascus, Syria   We await tomorrow. What is tomorrow? And who will we be tomorrow? I left ...

I Am

Alaa Aldin Khalifeh Damascus, Syria   I am the traveller in the passages of Today And in the hideaways of ...

Time

Uday Raja Yarmouk, Syria   I am a Palestinian from Syria I was forced to leave my beloved homeland I ...

A Look Back

Raghdad Alrouz Damascus, Syria   A look back, back in time What was my life like? What was my childhood ...

Those Who Enter Are Lost

Anonymous Hama, Syria   I decided of my own free will to go to Germany. There were several reasons that ...

Tragic Heroes

Anonymous Hama, Syria   I have grown old, my hair has turned white, a consequence of the tragic events of ...

Decision

Anonymous Hama, Syria   When I start to write, it feels as if I am relating the personal experience of ...

Broken

Munir Hammoud Damascus, Syria   Why am I here? What am I doing here? Can I find safety here? I ...

Death Route to Europe

Safaa Kleb Daraa, Syria   We lived in peace, then war came to us. It destroyed all that was good ...

Free from the Past

Reem Burhan Az-Zabadani, Syria   The way to Wuppertal. It was unbelievable. Fifty of us at sea. The engine breaks ...

I Stare Back

Omran Fadel Homs, Syria   Arriving at the airport in Berlin. I am alone among 1,000 people. I have arrived. ...

Violence Like Stars in the Sky

Omran Fadel Homs, Syria   In my homeland there is as much violence as there are stars in the sky. ...

Not the Last Day

Hussein Kuafathi Syria   Eleven days from Egypt to Italy. Five stages, across land and water. I was so tired. ...

A Wonderful Evening

Hussein Kuafathi Syria   A lovely sunny day in Egypt. I was playing football with my friends. Suddenly, an angry ...

Misunderstanding

Bashar Abdalli Damascus, Syria   I am often with Germans. But I think we don’t understand each other well. Perhaps ...

Turn back the clock

Bashar Abdalli Damascus, Syria   Everything was planned Two months in advance, I knew I was going to Germany Friends ...

Flight

Rojin Namer Kamishli, Syria   I travelled for a long time. For days I walked. For days I sat on ...

War

Rama Janina Damascus, Syria   the war has begun it was fine before but no one escapes destiny fight or ...

Returning

Anonymous Damascus, Syria   at the airport a young man waited for his flight, saw the people around him and ...

Guilty feelings

Rojin Namer  Kamishli, Syria   Daddy, Mummy, do you really think I would not help if I could? Do you ...

Today I feel free

Robin Osman Kamishli, Syria   Today I feel free I may speak my native language: Kurdish I am free, there ...