tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post114115861468140844..comments2023-06-20T11:22:22.640+03:00Comments on Bits & Bites of Syria: The secret of DamascusIhsanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04654122542878557184noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post-1143309070895854842006-03-25T19:51:00.000+02:002006-03-25T19:51:00.000+02:00heyyyyyy were are you ?!!?!!? hope to hear from yo...heyyyyyy were are you ?!!?!!? <BR/>hope to hear from you soon..<BR/>MayMirzadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05770816102651579395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post-1142906160095916982006-03-21T03:56:00.000+02:002006-03-21T03:56:00.000+02:00ma7ada by6la3lo ma3a sham i like it 2ma7ada by6la3lo ma3a sham i like it 2hamwyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09400884273394956087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post-1142377418685960772006-03-15T01:03:00.000+02:002006-03-15T01:03:00.000+02:00what makes Damascus so beautiful is that it is war...what makes Damascus so beautiful is that it is warm and cozy in every single corner of it ... and still you can smell the aroma of fresh air..<BR/>hope you get back to damascus if you are that attached to it ...GraY FoXhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03986615399097792635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post-1141329554016415532006-03-02T21:59:00.000+02:002006-03-02T21:59:00.000+02:00Ihsan, Your true love for Damascus grows bigger th...Ihsan, <BR/>Your true love for Damascus grows bigger the longer you have been away from it, and with every time you return to it... It is not like the yearning of a lover to see his loved one, because that gets satisfied when they meet.. Your true love for Damascus grows bigger and becomes wilder with every time you visit it.. whether it is the winding narrow alleys or its wide modern streets.. The Syrian Brithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13918783557049896806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14240300.post-1141159275207864912006-02-28T22:41:00.000+02:002006-02-28T22:41:00.000+02:00u know wat ... i dont live there ... but each time...u know wat ... i dont live there ... but each time i leave damascus " syria" i feel as if a part of me .. of my soul.. is left behind... the good part .. yeah i have one and i accually discoverd it there...<BR/>aimer damas...<BR/>c'est aimer la vie<BR/>MayMirzadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05770816102651579395noreply@blogger.com