Dear Narcissus

A few months ago I was invited to attend a spoken word gathering to fundraise for Syria. The crowd was came from all ages, race and religion, but it was striking to see how similar the poems were. One particular poem that struck me was one about Narcissus, a man from greek mythology who was led to a…

A place I called Home

The flat in the background, 3rd floor on the right, is our flat in ‎Syria. This was the house my father grew up in, learned his faith, served the community, qualified as a doctor, married my mum and visited whenever we returned to town. Every other summer we would return here to visit our family and…