Issue 1: Summer 2021
I don’t know the exact day it started, but I do know that somewhere along its journey there were Syrian hands making Ancient Roman pottery, an architect designing Palmyra’s great arches and columns, a sculptor shaping young Syrian men and women with curly hair.
“Who will bury us if we die? Naked, there’s neither a horizon nor a grave that covers us.” Moments of life and loss in Damascus, as illustrated by Donay Habbak.
People seemed to stop whatever it was they were doing. I heard somebody whisper, “He is coming!” as a hush fell over the market.
I asked my mother who it was. “The cameraman,” she whispered back.