Abd Doumany is a 26-year-old Syrian freelance photographer, born in the Syrian capital of Damascus and based in Douma. Before the war broke out, Doumany was completing his medical studies to become a dentist, but he stopped his...
An injured Syrian man looks for the last time at the body of a dead relative at a make-shift hospital following government air strikes on the rebel-held town of Douma, northeast of the capital Damascus.
A portrait of a Syrian Christian family is seen amid the rubble of their destroyed house following a government air strikes on Jobar, a rebel-held district on the eastern outskirts of the capital Damascus.
A picture of virgin Mary holding Jesus is seen hanging on a wall inside a destroyed Syrian house following government air strikes on Jobar, a rebel-held district on the eastern outskirts of the capital Damascus
The body of Abdulrahman, a 17-year-old Syrian youth who worked with a civil defense group and was killed by a mortar shell attack earlier in the day, is seen at a mosque during his funeral in the rebel-held city of Douma, northeast of the capital Damascus.
Syrians walk past a building destroyed by governemnt air strikes in the rebel-held city of Douma, northeast of the capital Damascus.
When the last drop of sweat has dried, the eyelids closed and that warm heat and moisture starts to leave the body, that's when you know that time for farewell has come. Your heart sinks, vision becomes blurry and all your senses awaken to a numbness that wants to absorb the most of whatever is left of the last smell of your loved one, the last sight of your home, the last time your hand touches the forehead of a child, and the last time you run your fingers through their hair.
That heavy silence that accompanies the departure of the soul. The ground can no longer carry your weight and that dream of freedom becomes a clash between anger and past wishes. All of a sudden physical objects seem to bear the consequences of a once imagined liberty as we burry our dead into the scars of our actions.
Among images of bombs, death, shelling, screams and cries...farewell becomes the least photographed moment yet the most painful one of them all... absent to the eyes of the world but ever so vividly present in the eyes of those who suffered a loss.
A Syrian Farewell is an ongoing project which I started working on in 2015 when I was covering the war in Syria. It was then that I was struck by the power and pain of farewell which is far more intense than death or injury. It's a moment that scars the soul forever yet documenting it seems to get lost between other images of shelling, bombing and death. In my project I started looking for those moments of farewell and for objects that trace it when the person is no longer there. I aim to capture the less seen side of war and that moment which lasts with a person for the rest of his life. It's that specific moment that can take over your thoughts, your mood, and the flow of your day when your mind decides to wander and go back in time, yet it remains the most intimate one in a separation. The project takes place mainly in my hometown of Douma, which is under rebel control and a front-line to fighting with Syrian government forces. My goal is to photograph the least captured moment and humanize the people I'm photographing in order to remind the world of the deeper injury which is beyond the physical one, and to portray a side of war which the mainstream media tends to neglect.