Today is Valentine’s Day in Iraq too, and there’s something powerful here, resisting war, violence, danger and fear. It’s called love.
‘We have shared lives. We are born together, live together and end together.’
I realise my plane is touching down on the runway in Italy. All I can do is repeat to myself the promise I’ve always made to our colleagues back in Afghanistan, and which I intend to keep: to return.
Taking things ‘small small’ sometimes makes you happier than you think. I’m certain, because I’ve felt it myself. I’ve spent so many days in Sierra Leone seeing people who are much happier than me, than us in Europe. They have barely anything, yet they’ve given me so much.
There’s one thing I’m sure of and that’s the pure, gentle love that exists between a father and son. Just for a moment, it gives you a glimpse of beauty amid the horror of this war.
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We ask Europe to act immediately to avoid another war and to categorically refuse any support for military operations.
In the face of conflict, our human spirit and solidarity will always endure.
We had decided to leave forever, but I became a paraplegic at 23 years of age. What will we do now?
This is how I approach my work and my life, with the hope of being able to return soon to Qamishlo, in my Syria.