Whenever I think back to that first moment when the Syrian revolution began, it feels as though it happened yesterday. That moment planted an unshakable faith within us, despite all the oppression, betrayal, and heartbreak we’ve endured. It was the birth of a dream, one whose shape we couldn’t yet see but whose presence was undeniable. We believed we were living an historic moment - one that would shape a new face for Syria.
I lived through five years of the revolution in Aleppo, witnessing massacres, war crimes, and unimaginable suffering. I captured it all through my camera - the hope, the pain, the challenges, the betrayals, and the resilience - until we were forcibly displaced from our city in 2016.
