You haven’t really listened to an album until you’ve listened to it laying in bed at 4 A.M. wallowing in self-pity
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I’m not sure if I should be scared or impressed.
Al Azizieh, my Street in Syria the street my mother grew up in, went to school in and the street i grew up in after, the street i used to spend my whole time in and meet my friends in , just to see a few pictures of it, brings back so many memories. There in the little grocery, i used to buy all my internet cards to communicate with my friends because i’ve always been an internet addict, and where we used to go buy “aklat” (treats) with my cousins, and everything, we could find everything at “Abdel Aziz.” One of my best friends lived 1 minute away from my grandparents’ house so i used to spend a lot of my time at her place. We used to go spend our time at Batata when it was still there, it was the place to be for all the youngsters of Aleppo. When we grew up a little bit, we started going to “Crosby”, Crosby is a little fast-food place and we knew the owner kinda well, there, my friend, are the best Hamburgers you will ever taste and i hope i’ll take you there someday. There was also “Joud”, joud is a little place where you can buy mana’ish for 25 L.S choosing whatever you want to put in it. It was the place we used to go to when we weren’t that hungry and just passing by. There also were all the cafés just 10 minutes near where we used to spend our time laughing and talking about everything. Our minds i have to admit, were peaceful. We were happy, we were really happy and looking forward for the future, until the future arrived and hit us. I used to spend my time sitting on that balcony watching the people since i was a baby. When i was two, everytime i saw a bald man i used to yell “babaaaaaa” at the stranger passing by, when i grew up a little bit i started stalking all the people, once, i even met the neighbors just faced to our balcony at the swimming pool, they were also there for the summer, living at their grandparents’ house and they were french. I spent my life in this city even though i didn’t live there my whole life. I used to sit on that balcony and take pictures of myself haha (i was already a selfie amateur). I spent nights and nights with my cousins, telling stories, translating songs from french to spanish, sleeping on that balcony watching the streets living till 2am and in eid, everything used to get closed at 7 am. When i didn’t find sleep, i used to go on that balcony and think and listen to music and watch the dustman come at 6am and the cats playing with garbage.
Azizieh is a christian street, i grew up in a Christian street being a muslim and never ever someone made me feel different. Almost all of my syrian friends are christians and i can’t and will never imagine my life, my city and country without them. I can’t believe everything has today changed, i can’t believe this street that used to be more alive than Times Square is now silent and empty. I can’t believe bullets are landing on that balcony and i can’t believe everyone’s life has changed that much. When i feel my life changing because of the war i can’t imagine how my friends and family are feeling there, i can’t bear the fact that my best friend wonders if he’s ever gonna see me again. My heart is broken by the bleeding of my country and loved ones.
Syria, Halab, Family, Friends, i will never ever let you down and will always keep my head up and shine for you. I’ve never felt a love as deep as the one i have for you and it’s getting deeper everyday.