
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.

Aya had always dreamed of the moment she would stand on the graduation podium,