Widad Nabi and Nihad Sirees: two Syrian writers who have found their way from a war-torn country to the cafés and bookshops of Berlin. In our interview they talk about writing in Syria and writing in exile.
Widad Nabi, how did your work as an author change in exile?
Widad Nabi: Writing is the same in every place. Lately in Syria, I had been writing about the same topics that I write about here: war, death, the daily destruction. Here, I started writing about my escape from Syria, about longing for home, longing for all the places that we left behind. Continue reading →
Moving out of a room is hard but leaving behind a whole house is harder. As my mother and I are preparing to move out and the rest of the family already has in the past years, I watch my room become less and less of a room and more and more of just an empty space. It looks like I will be the last one to leave the sinking ship at the end of next week. I am scared of the moment where I will leave the house for the last time and know that I will never come home to it again. Who knows, I might visit the new owners one day but after twelve years of living here it will never be my home again. I feel like every single fibre of this house belongs to me or is even an extended part of me. I can’t imagine anybody else living in here, using it in a different way, developing their own memories in it when it is already soaked with mine.
It is unbelievable how much stuff one piles up in four floors or even just a few squaremetres over the years. That makes it really difficult to empty a whole house at once. Sometimes I wish I had a huge trash can to throw everything into. All that stuff that you will never need again but because you needed it once, you just can’t get rid of it. Well, I guess the more things you take with you, the faster your new living space will feel like a home, too. Continue reading →