The Beekeeper of Aleppo

by Christy Lefteri

I wish I knew who my enemy was.

Where there are bees there are flowers, and where there are flowers there is new life and hope.

For a while I knew what it meant to be blind. And then memories blossomed, like dreams, so rich in colour.

Her unspoken words had opened a chasm, and from that place images came and went like dreams

Yuanfen was a mysterious force that causes two lives to cross paths in a meaningful way.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.