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No one takes to a rickety boat on the sea if there is another choice.
“Don’t focus on the darkness and sadness,” she says, and I glance up at her. She smiles warmly. “If you do, you won’t see the light even if it’s staring you in the face.”
Do all six-year-olds know what death is? Or is it only children of war?
We held our heads high and planted lemon trees in acts of defiance, praying that when they came for us, it’d be a bullet to the head. Because that was far more merciful than what awaited in the bowels of their prison system.
When I leave, it won’t be easy. It’s going to shred my heart to ribbons and all the pieces will be scattered along Syria’s shore, with the cries of my people haunting me till the day I die.
“Every lemon will bring forth a child, and the lemons will never die out.”
It reminds me that as long as the lemon trees grow, hope will never die.
