It’s been so long since I heard that someone died of natural causes.

But even a monster has hope. He hopes that someday he’ll go back to being a normal human being.

Blood is what moves people. Blood is the force of the revolution.

Many people aren’t happy with the refugees coming to their country. Maybe we came illegally, but every other door was shut in our faces. What do they expect us to do? Isn’t it enough our government destroyed us and we lost everything? We would prefer to stay in our country. If you don’t want refugees, help us make peace in Syria.

This is when we lost our humanity. I’d open my phone and look at my contacts and only one or two were still alive.

The more someone supported the regime, the more he was scared of it.

Today, the word “refugee” is used in a horrible way. It’s something either to be pitied or blamed for everything. Overpopulation? It’s the refugees. Rents going up? It’s the refugees. Crime? It’s the refugees. If you label people refugees, they remain refugees for the rest of their lives.

I can’t sleep without the sounds of bombs or bullets. It’s like something’s missing.

Hama today is nearly without men. There are only women and old people. My sister calls it “the Widow City.

But I think I’m too old to dream now. In a month and a half, I’ll be twenty-nine.