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…
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