What if we, Syrians and Palestinian-Syrians, can transform nostalgia into acts of resistence, survival and joy!
What if we, while living identity, crisis can have a way to preserve our memories, heal through narrating them and feel more secured by being able to retrieve them whenever we feel we like to?
What if, there is a way to reconstruct our present through narrtaives? What if there is a way to approach and access our =truly traumatic stories= in neither a self-victimization nor tragic-heroisim ways, but maybe as just humans as we are?
What if, there is a possible way to resist and prevent turning bling eyes to sielences and shadowy ethnical and sectarian cleansing?
What if, we can stand beautifully strong against history forging practices and defend our existence?
What if we can collect the pieces of the shuttered selves and solve some puzzles about who we are? Who were we? and who we are becoming?
What if there is a way to find place?
What if there is a place?
Well, there might be a one.