The Beekeeper of Aleppo

by Christy Lefteri

inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

O Allah keep me alive as long as is good for me, and when death is better for me, take me.

Aleppo is now like the dead body of a loved one, it has no life, no soul, it is full of rotting blood.

Come to think of it, even stranger to find a shoe or a glove when there is no longer a hand or a foot to fit it.