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Where we love is home. Home that our feet may leave but not our hearts. Syria is my Home.

islamic-cultures:
Damascus. Syria.
by zanzibarcordoba

dailylifeinsyria:

Al Marje Square - Damascus

archaeologyoftombraider:

The Archaeology of Tomb Raider: Archaeology News – 22nd to 28th April 2013 #archaeology #tombraider
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flisteen:

Maronite Cathedral, Aleppo, Syria by arjayempee on Flickr.
oh my God, I miss passing this church every week.. :(

taarik7:

interior of an old palace in Aleppo ( Syria 2009) by rinogas on Flickr.

photosofasia:

Aleppo (Syria): Great Mosque, 1908-1914 Freer|Sackler

9 notes - 8 May, 2013

flisteen:

Aleppo_159 by Hector Villablanca (FotoVillablanca) on Flickr.

flisteen:

Holy Cross Armenian-Catholic Church,Aleppo by Alexanyan on Flickr.

melissatabeek:

At a mass for the kidnapped archbishops from Aleppo, Yohanna Ibrahim and Boulos Yazqi, they handed out these stickers. “Let’s pray for them.”

oldbutnotdeadboring:

once upon a time , a city stood with life ,as she has with time …thousand years old … I miss that life in that city of laughs ,smiles,the festivals ,mixed fragrances of the spices,the perfumes…the dreamy shisha smokes …the pretty ladies,the cute guys ( believe me ,some were so dishy and I am married & old ,sadly !)…the ridiculously yummy ice creams ,the mouth watering Syrian grills …the funny shops of cute & sexy things for women ….I thought for a minute so stupidly that this would last …. but , now …it is a living graveyard , full of confusions ,fear and hopelessnness …. I am missing you with love ,Aleppo.

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anasouriyaniyali:

One August of 2005 in Lattakia, that’s what we used to witness there, beauty and sunsets. i miss everything about this country every single thing, it’s not only about Aleppo which is my Hometown, it’s about it all, about the man who sells tamer hendi and sous to drink during ramadan, about the lights shining in the streets during christmas, the people smiling at you in the streets, the souks, the warmness that it brings to my heart. I watched the pictures of the phone i used to use when i lived in Syria during 2 years and i felt an ache in my heart. I can’t believe i might not see all those people again, my family, my friends, my life.
Picture by  : Dima K
August 2005, Lattakia, Syria.