December 17, 2020

“I am one hundred years old. I have gotten married when I was eighteen, I have several kids, and each of them have built their lives. Twenty-three years ago, I lost my sight, and after a year my husband passed away. However, I see life through my heart, and feel its beauty. My heart has suffered a lot because I have lost a number of my sons to the war in Syria. One of my sons was martyred, and we named his son after him, but he was martyred, too. After losing them, I don’t see much joy in life, and I have lost my sense of hearing and seeing. I am living in sorrow to the day I leave forever.”