The Streets Of Aleppo
Mahdi Al Asheer ducked his head as he felt the rumble of the explosion. Debris fell from the ceiling, and he saw the glass shake. It was 3 am and the bombings were getting closer. So far, he was safe enough where he was. His wife and young child looked to him for salvation. “Daddy, when will they stop?” the boy’s eyes watered, and he held onto his mother tightly. “I don’t know son, Assad and the government forces keep Read more…