
When humanity failed us
July was different this time.
It wasn’t the summer heat that exhausted me, but something far heavier—something that sat on my chest like a stone that refused to be lifted.

July was different this time.
It wasn’t the summer heat that exhausted me, but something far heavier—something that sat on my chest like a stone that refused to be lifted.

July 2025 was not just a point in time in As‑Suwayda, but a moment that left a deep mark on the memory of many of its people.

I write these words today not to recount a story from the past, but to give voice to a pain and a pride that still pulse...

I, too, was displaced… And if I see things differently today, it is because I have lived them, not because I say them.

Some words are not written to persuade anyone. They are written because they are the last thing a person can carry before silence falls over them.