nesreen

As if when you cross my mind,
you walk on my flesh,
my chest burns with your slow steps,
your eyes fill me with promises,
and with each promise
the edge of your blade slides across my life vein.
You are so close to my eyes,
farther away than distance can reach.
I knew then: It was impossible to reach you.
My call for you was useless.
I fell sick.
I saw you get away from me,
and your eyes still call me.
You went far,
you went far,
became a distant horizon.
—  Tayseer Al-Sboul, “The Dream,” Desert Sorrows: Poems by Tayseer al-Sboul. transl. by Nesreen Akhtarkhavari and Anthony A. Lee (Michigan State University Press, 2015)

Syria's lost generation of refugee children, in 12 pictures
Late last month, the aid group Save the Children sent photographer Nick Ballon to the Syrian-Turkey border with a grim mission: Put a human face on the suffering of the estimated 7.5 million Syrian children directly impacted by the country’s brutal civil war. The resulting project, published below, includes portraits of six Syrian children — one for each year of the conflict — and then visual interpretations of key parts of their stories by UK-based animator Alma Haser. “Nesreen spoke of Syria turning to rubble. Read more