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The Last Night in The War
The Tense Thoughts of Pain, Nostalgia, and Insomnia
29 August 2013
Darkness descended on Damascus, my beloved city, as my last night there approached. I planned to leave at 4 a.m. in the direction of Syrian Lebanese borders after a couple of close shaves during the bloodthirsty war that started in 2011.
During that extremely hot August night, there was no electricity. My fatigue was killing me, but Hypnos (God of Sleep) refused my visa entry into his kingdom as his soldiers (worries) kept me awake. As I glanced at the old alarm next to my bed, it glanced back at me. “ Is it a good idea to take the alarm with me? Can I sleep without hearing its noisy ticking ??”This was one of an impulse of weird thoughts that occupied my mind at those moments.






