Taking refuge is not running away, nor a sign of weakness… it is in humans’ nature to yearn and love life
It isn’t a challenge for the refugee, nor questioning of his humanity, rather it is a test for the host country, by conscience and history
I, whose only experience of life is the grave of my father and the tears my mother shed for my brother.. today, I learn how humanity can die slowly.
A long and painful path towards the Sun…for a people that are fed up with hiding, fearing the unknown
“Is this blood or remains of humanity that is stuck to my shoe, it doesn’t matter!”
All of life’s ironies can be summed up by the pole of a tent
We’ll continue to live… under shelling or under the tents
Life is funny… it isn’t even worth all the effort we put in for it