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Omar Berakdar is a Syrian photographer and initiator of Arthere

THIS IS NOT A GALLERY: Arthere Gives Voice to Syrian Artists in Istanbul

As the civil war in Syrian dragged on and continued to devastate the country’s cultural landscape, and European institutions fretted about how to save the country’s archaeological treasures such as Palmyra and the Crusader castle Krak des Chevaliers, some Syrians were preoccupied with an altogether different dilemma: how to save…[…]

A'zad Nabo and Naguib Nassib are two third generation pastry chefs working at Salloura, an Aleppo pastry shop now in Istanbul.

The Flavors of Damascus and Aleppo, in the Heart of Istanbul

Istanbul has absorbed some 450,000 Syrian refugees out of more than three million in the country. On a recent visit, I looked at how two Syrian restaurants now operating in Istanbul are keeping the food culture of Aleppo and Damascus alive in exile. A Taste of Souk Saruja You could almost…[…]

Mulberry trees are famous in the Damascus countryside. Qaboun has two varieties: toot baladi and toot shami.

A Voice from Qaboun

“Our homes don’t just contain our life earnings, they contain our memories and dreams; they stand for what we are. To destroy one’s home should be taken as an equal crime to destroying one’s soul.” Marwa al-Sabouni, The Battle for Home, Memoirs of a Syrian Architect. Recently, film footage emerged from…[…]

A man from Damascus sells coffee outside of Nafeesa a Damascus sweet shop in Amman while wearing the Damascene traditional clothes. His costume makes use of different fabrics for the headscarf the vest and belt and the shirt - by Stephanie Saldaña

Syrian Textiles Photo Gallery

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Children chasing doves in the courtyard of the Umayyad mosque - by Stephanie Saldaña

Morning of Roses – A Syria of Stories

Almost every day, I think about Syria. The country comes back to me in fragments—in the smell of jasmine, the taste of rosewater, in memories of voices calling out the price of bread in the narrow Old City streets, in the particular lilt of a phrase in Arabic, or the…[…]

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