One prayer mat, one Iftar table, and more than one billion Muslims

One prayer mat, one Iftar table, and more than one billion Muslims

The faces shine, everyone feels fine, our hearts are full of Iman; we are all ears to hear the Athan and our hands pray to let us live the Holy Month of Ramadan. The crescent of Ramadan appears. Mesaharati beats the drums and says, “Oh… you who are asleep, wake up and...

What If Syria Disappears?

What If Syria Disappears?

If Syria disappears, Lebanon will disappear with it, since Syria and Lebanon are basically one country separated by the French occupation. If Syria disappears, one of the oldest capitals of the world, Damascus, which appeared before 9,000 BC and was mentioned in...

The Fez Throughout History

The Fez Throughout History

The fez, or tarboush as it is called in the Levant (Syria, Lebanon, Palestine, and Jordan) is also called “سر بوشش دادن” in Persian, which means headdress. This flat-topped men’s hat is red, cone-shaped, made out of felt, and topped with a tassel. Some sources say the...

The British princess who left her palace to live in the Syrian desert

The British princess who left her palace to live in the Syrian desert

150 years ago, Jane Digby, the great English beauty, left her palace to live a love story in the Syrian desert. Jane Digby was married four times, including to Prince Ludwig I of Bavaria. Her love of travel took her to the East in 1852. In Syria, she fell in love with...

Rising Generation

Rising Generation

Everybody needs to read to become a highly-qualified, well-educated person and to be able to understand the matters which surround them. Books are one of the ways that a person can increase their knowledge and culture. I recently finished reading a book called “Rising...

Our Souls Have an Echo That We Must Hear

Our Souls Have an Echo That We Must Hear

We laugh and cry, feel happy and sad, angry and calm. We can feel everything around us, but sometimes we just can’t feel what goes on inside us. What does it mean when we fail to connect with our inner self? What could our silence sometimes mean? Or the comfort that...