by Aloosh Devrim
Nada struggles to sleep amid the rapid and consistent blasts of artillery shelling and gunfire, a noise that has become commonplace in her Damascus neighborhood. She compares her life to Afaff’s, a friend who just called her a month after being smuggled into Holland.
“Why Holland?” Nada asks her friend. “Were you heading to Sweden?”
Afaff tells her it was easier to reach Holland. “The phone disconnected, reminding me that I was in Damascus where everything is inadequate,” Nada quips.