In love with a city surrounded by beauty of all means, walls, streets, churches and mosques and in the same time a city full of injustice and inequality, a city full of the smell of blood and victims who were killed for no reason.
In love with a city that is full of the smell of the fresh Ka3ik and hummos and falafel; when you sit on the stairs at Damascus gate you can feel the presence of the past and you wish you can sit there forever
A city I do not imagine myself living elsewhere and feel lost and sad if I leave……

Followers of Nomeir