The Age of Innocence
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Across Syria & Inside Homs
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 Sheltered I was from the crule and unforgiving world we live in. Homs, Syria where I grew up, was a microorganism, in that tiny world everything was simple and straightforward, friendships were real and profound. Love was meant to be pure and unconditional. Girls were supposed to be loving, caring and romantic. streets were filthy yet welcoming, drinking coffee was to be arround lovedones. Today I live in San Francisco, 5 years had passed since I moved to the states...it is a different world altogether. I feel that I am growing up once again!! Friendships come and go, love became a weakness, girls turned into expenisive dates, and streets are clean yet cold, and coffee is only to keep you alert.. Did individuality made the devil in us more prominent? is it only me who is reluctantly rediscovering the world around him? or am I just waving goodbye to the age of innocence? In black: Wael, In white: Amr |
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