Leaving Montreal I thought I’d be ready for Naples but once I’m here I’m not so sure! The ride in from the airport was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in a car! Moments of weightlessness as we careened off big rollers, followed by pure aggression at intersections. Once in the city my first impressions are of physical deterioration and vandalism. Trash overflows from bins and piles up against walls and in public squares. Graffiti covers nearly every surface, from shop security doors to church walls. It’s not artistic street art but overt vandalism with sprayed names and messages. Historic buildings are falling apart, gardens overflow with weeds, and even beautiful landmarks like Santa Chiara Church have exteriors covered in graffiti despite their stunning interiors.
Chaotic Street Life
The narrow alleyways in our neighborhood, create an atmosphere of controlled anarchy. Motorbikes and scooters race through what appear to be pedestrian-only streets, weaving through gaps that barely exist and following unwritten rules. The city operates on improvisation and quick thinking, appearing chaotic but running on deep, unspoken codes that I don’t understand either. Neighbors shout to each other from balconies festooned with colorful laundry, vendors yell from market stalls, and motorbikes zip past constantly.
Historical Decline and Marginalization
Naples’ fall from grace as once the largest and most prestigious city in Italy contributes to the irony of its situation. Centuries of economic struggles in southern Italy have forced Neapolitans to master the art of survival through an informal economy of street vendors, artisans, and small family businesses.
Unapologetic Authenticity
But through it all I can still see why we chose to visit this place. What makes Naples a mess is also what makes it authentic – the city refuses to sanitize itself for tourists or conform to homogenized urban standards. Life happens in the open, unfiltered and raw, with little concept of personal space. This “lived-in” quality creates an intense energy that I find magnetic – a real city where real people navigate daily hardships with remarkable resilience and spirit. I feel a bit wary but also excited to be here.
She probably wasn’t the prettiest cat in the world, but we certainly thought she was. In her early life she was a studio cat, and then during the pandemic she moved to our apartment where her job was to take care of us 24/7. We were supposed to do the rest…
This is the fourth and final post in a series introducing my new photo book “Return to Damascus: A Personal Journey.” The book’s text is mainly about Christian immigration through my family’s experiences, examining how that history resonates from two perspectives: mine as a descendant and my father’s as an immigrant. But to me the photographs show more than that, revealing an other story concerning issues in urban society. The book is available at this link and will ship in the first week of November.
Exploring Syria through Photography
There’s one photograph in this collection that stops people in their tracks. It captures the main hallway of the Al-Hamidiya Souq, Damascus’s legendary covered market, where late afternoon light filters through corrugated metal roofing installed decades ago to protect the ancient stone walkways below. The light creates cathedral-like beams that illuminate an empty souk, stalls closed and people gone for Friday prayers.
This photograph tells a story Western media has never bothered to share. It shows a place deeply embedded in community life – a place that is as normal to Damascenes as it is foreign to us as we rush through florescent lit grocery aisles. The textures leap from the frame weathered by decades of Damascus use, Arabic calligraphy painted directly onto shop front signs by local artisans, stone curbs and sidewalks worn smooth by millions of footsteps.
This is Syria in 2000 – not the Syria of headlines, but the Syria of heartbeats. We are seeing Syria in the last moments of an era and to me it holds lessons that most of us in the West are only beginning to think about. These 88 photographs capture a view that most Western media has never invited its audience to witness: a complex, ancient civilization that had figured out some of what we’re still searching for.
What Damascus Looked Like Under Unbiased Observation
Step into the photographs in this collection and you’ll find yourself questioning what you thought you knew about Syria. Look past the obvious lack of material wealth. Here are bustling markets where vendors remember their customers’ names and children’s ages. Local businesses passed down through generations, their hand-painted signs faded but proud. Young people playing soccer in narrow streets between buildings that have sheltered families for centuries. Ethnic and religious diversity woven into daily life.
The architectural layers tell Damascus’s story in stone and mortar: Roman foundations supporting Ottoman courtyards where contemporary Damascenes conduct their daily business, drink tea, and solve neighborhood problems. These aren’t museum pieces and often it’s messy and decrepit – but yet they’re living, breathing spaces where community life unfolds with a sophistication that puts many Western urban planning efforts to shame. Street photography in Damascus reveals something we’ve largely lost in North America: spontaneous community interaction as the default mode of urban existence.
Look closely at these images and you’ll see the sophisticated values of a four millennium city in action. Shopkeepers who close during prayer times not out of religious obligation, but because the community rhythm expects it. Neighbors who share meals across religious and economic lines. Children who play freely in streets because everyone knows everyone, and community safety emerges naturally from social connection rather than surveillance systems.
While we’ve known the stories of a dictator-ruled nation, which were true, these images show a people who never stopped building, creating, and trying to find a better future, even under difficult conditions. The Syria captured in these photographs challenges us in what we think about the Middle East, revealing a society that preserved what we’ve spent decades trying to rebuild: authentic community life.
Community Architecture: What We in the West Lost That Damascus Kept
The most striking contrast in these photographs isn’t between wealth and poverty – it’s between connection and isolation. Damascus in 2000 maintained urban design principles that Western cities abandoned in pursuit of efficiency and individual privacy. Together the images tell a story of community architecture: spaces designed for human relationship.
Consider the Damascus public spaces, people gather for business and social reasons. Vendors, even bakeries, have little or no interior retail space, instead they face out towards the public space. The difference isn’t just aesthetic; it’s philosophical. Damascus is built to encourage social interaction; our spaces are built for independence.
Street life in these photographs reveals vendor relationships that span decades. The baker knows not just what each family prefers, but whose daughter is getting married, whose son needs work, whose grandmother prefers a certain cookie. These aren’t transactions – they’re social connections that happen to include commerce. Contrast this with our anonymous grocery chains where self-checkout machines are replacing even minimal human interaction.
The visual textures in these images tell stories of sustained craftsmanship: stones polished by generations of feet creating organic pathways through neighborhoods, hand-painted shop signs in Arabic calligraphy that announce not just businesses but family legacies, faces that show curiosity about strangers rather than the urban wariness we’ve normalized. In Damascus markets, haggling isn’t about getting the best price – it’s relationship-building, a dance of mutual respect that creates ongoing social bonds.
Look at the light filtering through ancient souq ceilings, creating natural gathering spaces where people linger, children play, and business happens at human speed. These aren’t accident architectural features – they’re designed for community life. The intricate geometric patterns in everyday objects, from mosque balconies to door hardware, represent a design philosophy that values beauty in daily life over mass-produced efficiency. Most of the people are poor and struggling, but there is still awareness of community and looking beyond simple economic survival.
The University of Damascus Streets
The photographs in this collection underline community resilience in the face of adversity. These images capture neighborhoods that maintained social cohesion through economic challenges, political pressures, and cultural changes – lessons particularly relevant as Western communities struggle with atomization, mental health crises, and civic disengagement.
Community Resilience While Western communities fracture under much lesser stresses – think of how rarely we know our neighbors’ names – Damascus neighborhoods in 2000 demonstrated social structures that automatically activated during difficulties. Extended families, religious communities, and neighborhood networks created overlapping safety nets that no government program could replicate.
Cultural Preservation emerges in photographs of traditional crafts continuing alongside modern life. The optician whose family has served the neighborhood for generations, using techniques perfected over decades while adapting to modern lens technology. Traditional techniques surviving modernization not through museum preservation, but through continued relevance to community life.
Western cities losing their cultural identities to globalization could learn from Damascus’s integration of old and new knowledge.
Sustainable Living appears throughout these images: repair culture over disposal culture, walking cities over car dependence, local production over global supply chains. Damascus in 2000 was necessarily resource-conscious, but the visual evidence shows this creating stronger communities, not deprivation. Cobbler shops, tailors, mechanics – all embedded in neighborhood life, all contributing to local economic circulation.
Damascus is an example of cultural evolution without cultural abandonment.
Your Invitation to See Differently
These 88 photographs aren’t asking you to visit Damascus – they’re asking you to question what you think you know about resilience, community, and cultural continuity. They’re asking you to see our own Western cities with fresh eyes: What did we lose in our pursuit of efficiency? What did we abandon in our quest for individual freedom? What can Damascus teach us about building communities that survive?
This collection challenges comfortable assumptions about progress and development. Damascus in 2000 wasn’t primitive or backward – it was sophisticated in ways we’re only beginning to understand. While we’ve been perfecting individual liberty, they were perfecting community sustainability. While we’ve been optimizing economic efficiency, they were optimizing social connection.
The lessons here aren’t nostalgic – they’re practical. Urban planners struggling with social isolation, community organizers trying to build civic engagement, anyone wondering why Western cities feel increasingly lonely despite unprecedented connectivity will find answers in these images. Damascus demonstrates that community life isn’t about returning to the past; it’s about integrating human-scale values with contemporary possibilities.
This book should appeal to anyone interested in urban planning and community design that prioritizes human flourishing over economic optimization. For cultural preservation and revival strategies that keep traditions alive through relevance, not museums. For understanding the Middle East beyond headlines and finding hope and practical wisdom for Western urban challenges.
This is Syria in 2000 – not the Syria you see typically portrayed, but the Syria that has lessons for us all.
The third in a series introducing my new photo book “Return to Damascus: A Personal Journey.” This post exploring Syria’s Christian heritage and linguistic treasures in the Qalamoun Mountains.
From Damascus, the Qalamoun Mountains rise like ancient guardians along the Lebanese border, harboring some of the most unusual Christian cultural and religious treasures in the Middle East. Our journey through these mountains revealed communities that have maintained their distinct identities for over fifteen centuries, preserving traditions that connect directly to the earliest days of Christianity.
▲ Barren landscape The scrabbly landscape of the Qalamoun struggles to support even modest olive groves. Unofficial but ancient paths through the mountains tie the area with Lebanon, enabling both smuggling and offering an escape route when needed.
The Qalamoun region, the northeastern portion of the Anti-Lebanon Mountains, stretches from the Barada River Valley southwest of Damascus to the city of Hisyah in the northeast. While we didn’t visit my paternal grandmother’s hometown of Yabrud during our stay in Syria, we made an unforgettable day trip to two of the region’s most significant pilgrimage destinations: Seidnaya and Ma’lula. What we discovered in these mountain communities challenges the widespread stereotypes about religious coexistence in the Middle East.
Seidnaya: Where Faith Transcends Boundaries
Our first stop was Seidnaya, a major pilgrimage destination about 20 miles north of Damascus that exemplifies an interfaith reverence that might surprise many people. The Convent of Our Lady of Seidnaya, founded in 547 AD, sits atop a steep hill requiring a challenging climb on foot. According to legend, the Virgin Mary appeared to the Byzantine Emperor Justinian I, first as a beautiful gazelle and then as an icon, asking him to found the monastery in her honor.
What makes Seidnaya truly remarkable is not just its ancient Christian heritage, but the fact that both Christians and Muslims have venerated this site for centuries. The monastery houses the miraculous icon of the Virgin Mary known as the Shaghoura, which legend attributes to Saint Luke the Evangelist. This icon, kept in a dimly lit chamber adorned with silver and gold offerings from pilgrims, draws thousands of visitors annually on September 8th, the Feast of the Nativity of Mary.
▲ Stone carvings visible on the cliffs below the back of the Seidnaya monastery. The carvings are thought to be ancient religious motifs serving as protective symbols and devotional markings. The monastery is built high on the cliffs, a wary but dominant presence overlooking the valley below.
The sight of Muslim pilgrims seeking blessings alongside Christian worshipers, sometimes having their children baptized in gratitude for answered prayers, is an example of the religious tolerance that characterized much of Syria’s history and is struggling to reassert itself now after the civil war. This shared spiritual space represents something that many might find difficult to imagine: a place where religious differences fade before common human yearning for the sacred.
About 50 nuns lived in the convent when we visited, presided over by an abbess, and the site was bustling with pilgrims from across the region. The monastery’s architecture reflects its layered past, with medieval elements incorporated into later Ottoman and modern reconstructions. Despite the turbulent events that have shaped Syria over the centuries, the convent has continuously served as a center for Orthodox monasticism, maintaining its religious traditions since antiquity.
For visitors unfamiliar with Eastern Christianity, Seidnaya offers an introduction to Orthodox monasticism that differs significantly from Western Christian traditions. The nuns’ daily rhythm of prayer, the elaborate iconography, and the mystical atmosphere of the ancient buildings create an experience unlike any typically found in North American Christianity. The monastery’s survival through various conquests, political upheavals, and social transformations testifies to the deep roots and resilience of Syria’s Christian communities.
Ma’lula: The Last Echo of Jesus’s Voice
▲ Ma’lula sits close to a pass through two mountains the entrance of which is in the lower right corner of this photograph. Houses have been built up the steep hillsides and fruit orchards and olive groves extend out in the background.
From Seidnaya, we continued to Ma’lula, a village that represents an extraordinary linguistic and cultural survival story. Located about 56 kilometers northeast of Damascus and perched 4,500 feet above sea level amid towering cliffs, Ma’lula is one of only remaining places (the other is a small nearby village) in the world where Western Neo-Aramaic is still spoken as a living language – the closest surviving connection to the language Jesus Christ spoke nearly two thousand years ago.
The village’s very name, derived from the Aramaic word “maʿəlā” meaning “entrance,” reflects its position at the opening of a narrow mountain pass between two steep cliffs. This natural gateway has not only shaped the village’s physical character but has also contributed to its cultural preservation. The dramatic landscape, with houses built directly into the steep mountainside and seemingly stacked upon one another, creates a beehive-like structure attached to the edge of the precipice.
For a visitor such as me, hearing elderly residents greet each other with “Shlomo” (peace) or listening to children recite prayers in Aramaic provides an almost mystical connection to biblical times. The village’s isolation, protected by its challenging geography and distance from major urban centers, allowed this ancient tongue to survive when it disappeared elsewhere. Ma’lula’s residents can still recite the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic, offering visitors a direct auditory link to the earliest Christian communities.
▲ Monastery of Mar Sarkis sits at the top of the cliffs backing up to hilly plains and the mountains separating Syria from Lebanon. We had just visited the monastery and in the dark, small chapel seen the ancient altar.
The religious significance of Ma’lula extends beyond its linguistic heritage. The village is home to two Christian religious sites that have served as pilgrimage destinations for centuries. The Greek Orthodox Convent of Saint Thecla, built around the grotto where the legendary saint is said to have lived and died, houses what believers consider to be sacred healing waters. According to tradition, Saint Thecla was an 18-year-old Christian convert who fled from an arranged marriage to a pagan. When Roman soldiers pursued her to the rocky heights near Ma’lula, she prayed for divine intervention, and the mountain miraculously split open, allowing her to escape into the grotto where she spent the rest of her 90-year life.
The second major religious site is the Monastery of Mar Sarkis (Saint Sergius), a Greek Catholic church that contains what is believed to be one of the oldest Christian altars still in use. Built in the fifth century on the remains of a pagan temple, this monastery features a rare horseshoe-shaped altar table that may date to pre-Constantinian times – before Christianity became the official religion of the Roman Empire.
A Linguistic Treasure Under Threat
What many might not realize is how precarious the survival of Aramaic has become. UNESCO classifies Aramaic as a “severely endangered” language, part of the more than 40% of the world’s languages at risk of extinction. Ma’lula’s population, which once numbered around 10,000, had been reduced to approximately 3,300 inhabitants even before the Syrian Civil War further depleted the community.
The challenge of language preservation in Ma’lula reflects broader patterns affecting indigenous and minority languages worldwide. Young people often leave the village after completing high school to study in Damascus or abroad, seeking opportunities unavailable in their mountain home. Each departure represents a potential loss for the linguistic community, as Aramaic transmission depends entirely on family and community usage rather than formal education systems.
The linguistic situation in Ma’lula also reflects the complex religious and ethnic identity of the region. Both Christian and Muslim residents identify ethnically as Arameans, maintaining this ancient identity rather than adopting an Arab ethnic identity like most other Syrians. This shared ethnic identification across religious lines provides another example of how Syrian communities have maintained distinct identities while participating in the broader national culture.
▲ Hillside caves There were Orthodox Christian crosses painted on the rocks nearby these caves, which did not at all look abandoned. I didn’t venture into them, but I also didn’t see anyone in the area. These were about 200m above the village of Ma’lula.
Religious Coexistence in Practice
Ma’lula’s population demonstrates the kind of religious diversity that characterized much of pre-war Syria. The village included Antiochian Greek Orthodox Christians, Melkite Catholics, and a minority of Sunni Muslims, all sharing the common Aramaic language and Aramean ethnic identity.
This religious coexistence wasn’t merely tolerance but represented genuine spiritual sharing that transcended sectarian boundaries. The landscape itself tells a story of human adaptation and spiritual resilience, with numerous caves and rock shelters that have provided refuge for Christian martyrs throughout history. The terraced slopes supporting figs, grapevines, and other crops have sustained the community for generations, creating an integrated relationship between human settlement and natural environment.
For visitors accustomed to more rigid religious boundaries, Ma’lula’s example of interfaith reverence might seem almost impossible. Yet this pattern of shared sacred spaces and mutual respect characterized much of Syria’s religious landscape for centuries. The village represents not an exception but rather a surviving example of the pluralistic traditions that once existed, at times unsteadily, throughout the region.
A Personal Spiritual Awakening
While my father rested with our driver below, I climbed one of the rock mountains overlooking Ma’lula. The ascent was challenging but rewarding, offering panoramic views of the ancient settlement with its houses painted in shades of blue and white, clinging to the mountainside like something from a fairy tale. From the summit, I could hear the bells from churches below echoing off the cliff walls.
▲ The architecture matches the geology Ma’lula’s homes seemed literally to grow out of the rocks that surrounded the village.
Sitting on that summit, surrounded by the dramatic landscape and listening to the ancient sounds of worship, I experienced what I can only describe as a visceral connection with Christianity unlike any I had felt before. This wasn’t the intellectual appreciation of religious history or architectural beauty, but something more fundamental – a sense of spiritual continuity that spanned nearly two millennia.
The experience was particularly meaningful because it occurred in a place where Christianity has maintained an unbroken presence since the earliest centuries of the faith. Unlike many historical Christian sites that have become museums or archaeological curiosities, Ma’lula remains a living religious community where the ancient and contemporary coexist naturally. The prayers I heard were not performances for tourists but part of the ongoing spiritual life of people whose ancestors had worshiped in these same places for over 1,500 years.
This moment of spiritual recognition occurred in a landscape that itself tells the story of religious persistence. The caves and rock formations that provided shelter for early Christian hermits and martyrs remain visible throughout the area. The integration of human settlement with natural environment creates a sense of organic belonging that connects the present community with its ancient predecessors.
The War’s Impact and Uncertain Future
The Syrian Civil War brought devastating challenges to Ma’lula, testing the survival of both its linguistic heritage and religious traditions. In September 2013, the village became a battleground when al-Qaeda-linked jihadist groups, including the al-Nusra Front, attacked the town following a suicide bombing at a government checkpoint. The subsequent battles saw the village change hands multiple times, with reports of churches being burned, looting of religious sites, and threats of forced conversion directed at Christian residents.
Twelve nuns from the Greek Orthodox monastery were kidnapped in November 2013 and held for two months before being released in a prisoner exchange. The conflict forced most of the village’s approximately 3,300 inhabitants to flee, with only 50 remaining during the heaviest fighting. When Syrian government forces eventually regained control in April 2014, the damage was extensive – monasteries, churches, shrines, and much of the old town had suffered damage, looting, and vandalism.
Even after the recent fall of the Assad regime in December 2024, the few Christian residents remaining continue to live in fear and uncertainty, reluctant to resume their normal activities. Many have permanently left, joining the broader pattern of Christian emigration from Syria that has reduced the Christian population from approximately 10% before 2011 to less than 3% today.
Looking Ahead
The 88 photographs in “Return to Damascus” capture Ma’lula and Seidnaya during a happier time when these communities could pursue their spiritual and cultural traditions without fear. The images document the physical beauty of these mountain settlements and preserve a record of communities that are important cultural treasures.
In my final blog post, I’ll explore the story of Abd el-Qadir al-Jaza’iri, the Algerian Muslim exile who saved thousands of Damascus Christians during the 1860 massacre – including my own ancestors. This story of courage and humanitarian intervention across religious lines provides another example of the moral complexity and human dignity that have characterized Syrian history, offering a different perspective on the Middle East.
Through these glimpses into Syria’s cultural and religious heritage, I hope I’ve not just shown the beauty of ancient traditions but also the universal human values of courage, compassion, and spiritual seeking that transcend national and religious boundaries. The story of Ma’lula and Seidnaya is ultimately about the enduring power of place and faith, about communities that have maintained their identity while contributing to the broader human story of spiritual and cultural development.
“Return to Damascus: A Personal Journey” can be pre-ordered from Phoenicia Publishing at a discount for delivery in November.
Return to Damascusis my new book of photographs, available for order, that preserves fleeting impressions and the spirit of a place through the lens. Accompanied by brief reflections and memories, the photographs offer a tribute to the place and its people, focusing on enduring character and the subtle interplay of light, architecture, and tradition. Return to Damascus is a quiet celebration of observation and memory, inviting viewers to participate.
How Many Roads? is a book of photographs by Jonathan Sa'adah, available for order, offering an unglossy but deeply human view of the period from 1968 to 1975 in richly detailed, observant images that have poignant resonance with the present. Ninety-one sepia photographs reproduced with an introduction by Teju Cole, essays by Beth Adams, Hoyt Alverson, and Steven Tozer, and a preface by the photographer.
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