Making Home Away

a hand you can’t bite, you kiss!

Look, my hairs are standing. Because I feel like my body is over here, but my mind is back in Syria.

Syria was a nice, safe country, but it felt a temporary stop from fleeing Iraq...

It would make my wife and family sad if I were to die.

Honestly, I can’t handle it.

I had just delivered my baby girl. She was one month and ten days old...

We trusted them and they didn’t give us any trouble, until one day, one of them wrote a report...

My older son remembers...

pink roses... remind me of Syria.

Here we are, four years later

Hope is always there, of course.

One plane was circling overhead...

Of course, here it is different...

The fighters used to come to the house and ask the children their names.

The incident that made me decide to leave Syria...

...it will not be easy for them to go back...

I am considered a ‘wanted man’.

When I heard the sound I held my granddaughter and ran outside to the olive garden where I sheltered under an olive tree.

You know when you ask me about my feelings of moving and settlement, a line of memories moves in front of my eyes. Sometimes I spent time thinking about that, and sometimes I cry when I remember. But I am thankful.

Syria was a heaven on Earth, but Syrians now cannot afford the bread. People stand in lines for four or five hours to get one bag of bread. There is no electricity or gas; life is very hard there

I believe everyone can create his own home. You can make your own home by the relations that you develop with people where do you live. It is not exclusive to a specific piece of land.