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Entering in Syria in 2025 - Civil War Ended?

After weeks of planning and thinking I finally crossed into Syria, a country that the world mostly knows through headlines of war, conflict, and destruction. Stepping across the border wasn’t just another stamp in my passport, it was a moment filled with tension, fear, and uncertainty. From the last town in Lebanon I took a taxi to Damascus for twenty dollars. That ride felt surreal. The driver hardly spoke, the checkpoints were serious, and every few kilometers I was reminded that I wasn’t entering a normal country. I was entering Syria. My heart was racing the whole way, not knowing what I would find on the other side. Crossing the border I felt the weight of history all around me. The scars of war are still visible in the damaged buildings, the bullet marks on walls, and the faces of people who carry stories that can never be captured in headlines. Yet, there was also something unexpected: life moving forward. People walking to markets, children going to school, families living their daily routines as if war had become a shadow they had learned to live with. Damascus itself was both shocking and beautiful. The city is filled with culture and history, but it carries an atmosphere of caution. I was nervous and constantly aware of my surroundings, yet at the same time I was welcomed with warmth and kindness. When people discovered I was from India their expressions changed immediately. Smiles appeared, handshakes were offered, and I felt a sense of connection I had not expected on my very first day. One of the biggest surprises was the cost of staying here. Hotels were much more expensive than I imagined. After hearing so much about Syria’s struggling economy I thought life would be cheaper, but I quickly discovered the opposite. Prices were high, choices were limited, and I saw how complicated daily survival is for people living here. This first day in Syria was not just about travel. It was about facing my own fears. The fear of the unknown. The fear of walking into a place the world still calls dangerous. The fear of being alone in a city that has lived through some of the darkest years of modern history. But along with that fear came fascination. I could finally see with my own eyes what Syria has become after the fall of Assad and after years of devastating conflict