The Camp


For the first time, I was driven out of my beloved city after being stripped of my house and exchanged it with my life which may has ended with an air strike, a landmine or a bullet during the last seven days in Raqqa’s northern countryside.

I have never experienced the displacement, I have read about it, saw it in people’s faces. Here, even your body does not belong to you, we do not even know if we will get a tomb when we die. No one will visit your grave in holidays and no one will put roses. Maybe, this is the better option if we thought about losing an arm of a leg. This is how the war works.

Despite all of that, my life was not the issue, when I see a woman holding her six kids, a young man holding his mother on his back and young girls in their twenties walking barefooted. The blackness covers everything.
The tent is now our land, house and home. This tent is now the most precious thing we have. A seventy years old man trying to convince his wife and children to accept their fate:” Today we have a tent, we will sleep on ground and tomorrow God knows what happens, we might find blankets! But we will never go back home, at least me” A few days later, he died.

Asayish patrols surround us from all sides, one of them leads us to the (camp), this is what they call the detention camp which is like the Nazi camps. People started to enter the camp after they have been checked and left only with their clothes and tents. This is the reality, not the shared photos of holding our children or lighting up cigarettes to our women. The camp will become a city and our grandchildren will curse us and start their own revolution.
It has been long days now, harder than I have ever heard about. No one can get out of this dead camp unless getting a sponsor from them, I am from here! Why do I need a sponsor?! I got out of the camp a few days ago, people inside still in my mind with their stories which break the heart and steal the mind.

Thousands of people still trapped, all over the governorate, from east to west and from south to north, where ever you go you find camps and detainees, women and children. This is how the war works.

media activist from the city of Raqqa, student at the Faculty of Law at the University of the Euphrates. Director of the Media Office of Raqqa, founding member of "Raqqa is Being Slaughtered Silently", founding member of the documentary project of "Sound and Picture". I work in documenting violations committed by Assad's regime and ISIS group and extremist organizations inside the city of Raqqa, as I work in programming, design and visual media. I hold a certificate of coach in digital security, and a certificate of journalist coach, and a certificate in documenting violations against human rights, and a certificate in electronic advocacy. I underwent a training under the supervision of "Cyber-Arabs" in collaboration with the Institute for War and Peace "IWPR", about the management of electronic websites and leadership of advocacy campaigns, and a training of press photography under the supervision of the photojournalist "Peter Hove Olesen".
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