His pain weighed on his eyelids, holding back a scream which was substituted by the clenching of his chin. This was a man who had been under the rubble digging with the others frantically only to find his son buried in death. #SyriaSpeaks #Syria #Aleppo #Photographer #me #love #death #father #l4l #FF #tbt #pain #grief
Rami Jarrah, a Syrian journalist with the opposition Activist News Association, is currently in Aleppo reporting on the impact of intensified airstrikes on the portion of the city controlled by Syrian rebels. Most of the strikes these days are being carried out by Russian warplanes, he says, and they appear to be quite random.
As he moves around the city documenting the aftermath of the bombings, he has been photographing the people he meets. The photos, posted on Instagram, offer a haunting glimpse into the lives of those living with the daily terror of bombs falling from the sky. Some of them lost children; others are children, grappling with horrors they are barely old enough to understand.
I call him the lonely soldier. He still wants to play in the streets outside, he's become very attached to an almost mountain of rubble just a few feet away from his front door. But his father yells at him "No Sari, you can't do that, that's wrong" The reason for my visit was a dreadful one and the father screamed his hearts pain at me explaining what had happened, "I never got the chance to say goodbye to them" he repeated this agin and again. He then pelleted through the small corridor of his house passing me my shoes to put them back on and said "come, I want to show you where it all happened" As we walked out through the narrow pathway and began climbing the rocks, Sari was behind his fathers steps one step ahead of mine, his father gently pushed him back as he made his way to the top of the pile then turned around and said to me "This is where it landed" Of course he was referring to the attack that had killed Sari's mother and two brothers, Here I looked at Sari and saw him with his back to the wall scraping pebbles with his right foot outwards as though discreetly trying to dig his way down. His father saw what had caught my attention then grabbed him and walked us back down. As we were suppose to walk back into the house I crouched down to Sari and asked him why he wanted to play with that pile of rubble. Shy, he leveled his sight to the floor with his father very tense standing halfway through the front door. It was a long silence and so I managed to take this shot just before he told me "my mother and brothers are there I want to show them to my father so he can say goodbye to them" #SyriaSpeaks #Aleppo #Syria #FF #Photographer #Photography #Me #Love #l4l #tbt #death #childhood #oldcity #irony
They had their hands deep in the rubble, rapidly trying to clear it out to save those that were stuck deep under. The plane had struck a residential alleway in the old city of Aleppo and the civil defense who were responsible for such rescue operations had still not arrived. Panicking locals shouted and begged them to move faster as they dug through the pile of rocks that had stretched across this small neighbourhood. They both went on tirelessly scraping, lifting and plunging rocks with not a moment's rest. The civil defense who were much praised for their work were usually quick to respond only this time to make it almost half an hour after the actual attack. When they came rushing through the the narrow alleyway the residents turned to them and pointed the way; "dig here, please dig here" they yelled. All eyes were on them now those desperate around them dependent to them. The two young men who were digging throughout this whole time, moved aside with their arms on their hips they seemed to not want to be noticed looking around them and brushing off the dust on their clothes as if just to not stand still they slowly pulled back to the wall. Their effort had almost gone unoticed by the panicking families who couldn't focus on anything but getting those trapped out. I was filming for a report on the incident and wanted to get the shots of the civil defense arriving at the scene but this really couldn't wait so I walked over to them and showed them this picture and said: "both of you are hero's, thank you for what you've done" #SyriaSpeaks #Aleppo #Syria #RealVolunteers
He is hardly effected by his surroundings, the cold air only seems to stiffen the tips of hair that cradle on each side of his face. The other children fidget on the sidewalk behind me as I profile him and while we both stood there face to face sounds of war from the other side of the citadel joined the air above us, he tilted his head slightly as to embrace it and as the vibrations slowly collapsed he merged his head back into his profile. this time his stare, only imposing more bait for the curious. #SyriaSpeaks #Aleppo #Syria #war #l4l #FF #Photographer #Photography #me #love #childhood #oldcity #picoftheday #photooftheday #tbt
I wondered elsewhere at the scene of this attack, although the shocked father who lost his son was quiet and did not refuse being pictured I was ashamed of not understanding his pain. You see In moments like this there are many mixed feelings. The thunder of rage that fountains from those that have lost their closest, yet a silent happiness and relief to those that have survived another horrendous attack on their lives. They all stand here now, hand in hand digging through the destruction once more. Life and death are dancing here in the air with nothing to separate them, nothing but knowledge. "Empty your pockets before you go out into Aleppo" someone says to me, "you might not come back" #SyriaSpeaks #Syria #Aleppo #Photographer #me #love #death #father #freedom #l4l #FF #tbt
The civil defense started digging taking responsibility of the rescue attempt. As the panicking father who's children were missing walked back and forth. "Have you seen my boys" he kept asking every new face that arrived. The neighbours all knew that the children had died but no-one dared speak. The father looked down at a bag that had been filled with flesh picked up by those digging once found at the scene "who's blood is this" he asked slightly suspicious because of his reluctance to believe it were possible that his sons were there all along shredded to bits by the strike. As he picked up the bag thinking it were other victims and definitely not his sons he said "how dreadful how dreadful shaking his head" everyone paused to look at him including the civil defense men who knew all along and could now see a father with his sons blood between his hands with hope he would shortly see them again This was the look on their faces. #SyriaSpeaks #Aleppo #Syria #Photography #Photographer #War #l4l #photooftheday #picoftheday #FF
"What are you going to do with that rifle?" "I'm going to wipe out Daesh & Assad" he says. This is quite common, children in Syria look up to those participating in the fighting, an acknowledgment sort of, of when guns are louder than words. I'd like to look at it as maybe a warfare version of when children want to be firemen or policemen, but either way in the long run i think this will have a dreadful impact on a child's future or upbringing. I asked this young-man many questions before the one mentioned above, but he was intent on showing me this side of things. His father, uncles and 2 elder brothers are all engaged in fighting on the outskirts of Kobani against ISIS, he hadn't seen them for 4 months #Syria #SyriaSpeaks #Instagram #Photographer #photo #Minimal #War #Refuge #Aleppo #Kobani #Idlib #Child #children #guns #isis
The grocery seller now sits to my left as the three jolly men arrive at the scene, the old stone paved road is narrow and means vehicles move slowly side by side, usually brought to a halt by those walking by saying hello. One of the men has a hidden smile sitting in the middle with both his hands open saying "common with your camera, you're blocking the way and we're going to be late for our very important meetings today" he was joking of course. Sarcasm in its place: life in Syria is nowhere near formal these days. #SyriaSpeaks #Syria #Aleppo #FF #tbt #me #love #photographer #photography #oldcity
its streets scream history through our very ankles as we trod across its surface with respect to all that has been and all those that have witnessed the harmony of this land. I cannot bare to believe what my lens is able to capture here, almost total destruction of what was and what is one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world, dating back as far as 6000 BC it shields treasures and secrets around every corner but only to be governed in modern age by fascist dictators who have no love for it's existence, it has now become a place for sacrifice and new thought, this new thought brings struggle and resilience but also brings rage and revenge at every doorstep fueled by a world of shares and interests only amplifying the message of injustice, the land I speak of is a beautiful place that smiles every time i look at it the land i speak of is the ancient city of Aleppo #Aleppo #Syria #SyriaSpeaks
I was outside waiting for a friend getting some things from the grocery store just by where I'm staying here in Aleppo, then the old man behind the counter waved at me with a gesture to come in, i had only been to the store once before and was generally a stranger in the area. I walked into the store which was dark and dusty, the exterior part was busted down by what looked like a mortar attack whilst inside the shelves were half empty and there stood the old man with a generous smile in his face, he asked me "son did you not buy two bottles of water from here the other day?" I said yes and he shook his head placing his hand in his pocket whilst saying "I thought you would never come back, I made a mistake and I owe you some money, here you go son" Astonished, I stared at the man for a few seconds then asked him if he could wait for just a moment I ran out to the car to get my camera, call me a drama queen but I felt the consideration of this elder man was incredible. That in such harsh times there are people who can not avoid honesty it seems to be in their blood. When I came back in with my camera in my hand he said "no young man please I can't have my picture taken as I travel back and forth to regime Aleppo. My children are there I cannot jeopardize that" I told him I would keep the picture for me and would never publish it, he trusted me and so I did. This picture here we both agreed I could publish #Photographer #Aleppo #Syria #War #Justice #Elder #Wise #Money #Business #l4l #FF
And theres the rest of the clan, all packed up and ready to fight; they were all screaming "we are coming for you Daesh" A few months ago I sat with a few friends who were intent on putting together a project aimed at Syrian children who had witnessed the war, we spoke about the need of a cartoon character that would be tailored specifically for them, where all the issues and events they had been subject to were being addressed. Maybe something similar to spongebob but again designed to target Syrian children and reduce the effects of trauma on them. For many reasons and the main being the responsibility behind such a project in not causing more damage to the children mentally we didn't go through with it, but seeing the way these kids practiced warfare in such childly manner really puts me down on why there is no real attention given towards attending this growing disaster. Syrian children are at the heart of this catastrophe Oh and by the way for those following; this shot was taken just after the little girl ran to the wall after being pushed out of the frame #Syria #SyriaSpeaks #War #Refuge #Aleppo #Idlib #Kobani #Minimal #Photographer #Photo #Instagram #Child #Children