November 2015

Humanism does not have a chance unless we recognise the full humanness of every single person who is killed, regardless of their nationality or race. Until we recognise the structural inequalities that underpin cycles of violence and selective mourning. Until we cry and rage together for everyone.

November 2015

I was a teenager in Beirut, Lebanon.

I was a teenager in Paris, France.

I was a teenager in Baghdad, Iraq.

I was a man in Beirut, Lebanon.

I was a man in Dhaka, Bangladesh.

I was a man in Cairo, Egypt.

I was a woman in Latakia, Syria.

I was a man in Rif Dimashq, Syria.

I was a woman in Homs, Syria.

I was a man in Hama, Syria.

I was a woman in Al-Hasakah, Syria.

I was a man in Daraa, Syria.

I was a woman in Aleppo, Syria.

I was a man in Deir ez-Zor, Syria.

I was a woman in Damascus, Syria.

I was a man in Tartus, Syria.

I was a woman in Quneitra, Syria.

I was a man in Idlib, Syria.

I was a woman in As-Suwayda, Syria.

I was a man in Ar-Raqqah, Syria.

I was a child in Mosul, Iraq.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child in Mosul.

I was a child.

I was a man.

I was a woman.

I was a woman in Beirut, Lebanon.

I was a woman in Paris, France.

I was a woman in Baghdad, Iraq.

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