Articles

"When Syrians found themselves with neither the financial means nor the space in their suitcases to carry their homes, their friends, or the countless memories they had left behind, they learned to distil their grief into spices and beloved dishes. Their tears became recipes, their longing became flavour."

"He lit a cigarette. Sat. Watched the fire withdraw, and the smoke surrender at last to ash thick with gunpowder. Then, he climbed again."