“The moment my right foot crossed the iron gate, I said, felt, smelled, and saw that I had arrived. Here is Syria. I got on the bus and started to...

I was content to reduce my laughter, specifically those that came from the heart and made you lift up your head, open your mouth until your tonsils showed. In fact...

In his responses, Ammar al-Beik takes us on a journey on the autostrade of exile/nation (or what is called nation). A beautiful and harsh journey, thrilling and tiring, inspired and...

“The explosive barrels that we heard about, I transported them in my truck on the return trip... I’m not a participant in that crime. I was forced to do it. I...