Home is where the heart is.

Al Khaldi Hospital - Seeing dad after long time

I’m not the best at telling stories. I believe this picture does a much better job. This is me arriving at the hospital directly from the airport for almost the final goodbye to my Dad.

Few years ago, he had to leave his own country where he lived most of his life. He couldn’t make it home again. As for me, there were many challenges in order to visit my Father in his new home.

Well, I did it… but it was the last visit!

I don’t know if he was crying because he finally was able to see me or because of the words he was whispering in my ear then: “I wish to die in my own home and to be buried in Syria!

Like many other Syrians, his wish didn’t come true…

150 thoughts on “Home is where the heart is.”

  1. Hi Mohamad,

    Thank you for sharing your personal story with us. It is truly inspiring even though it’s a tribute of your dad’s painful exit from this world. You shared with us a very rare episode of life which most people are not opportune to witness. I pray that as you read and reply all the comments posted in this thread, that you will continue to find strength and deep solace as you go through grief. Please be reminded that you’re loved and not alone, especially in the moments when you’re downcasted with memories of your father.

    It’s sad to see how politics and uncertainties of our world prevented your father’s last wish from coming true. However, I’m glad you got to see him one more time before he departed. Stay strong, keep living your life to the fullest and continue to live out his legacy. Wishing you the very best now and always. Peace!

    *** On a different note, your title “home is where the heart is”, is the last sentence in my first blog. What a rare coincidence!


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