With the intention to begin this blog with a heavier note, I chose a dream that made me cry awake. But please bear in mind that, although this was just a dream for me, it was the reality for millions.
September 2013
Location: Syria, a half-ruined residential building
I had a baby sister in the dream, and we lived with our mother through the war-torn years. In the morning we woke up to our immense fear: there were soldiers in dark charcoal special suit and black masks downstairs. Before we realized what that meant, they started spreading chemicals in the form of choking mist.
We knew we would die, and my baby sister started to have neurological symptoms. Our only way out was getting away through the dessert, all the way to Egypt and beyond.
Essentially, we had no way out.
September 2013
Location: Syria, a half-ruined residential building
I had a baby sister in the dream, and we lived with our mother through the war-torn years. In the morning we woke up to our immense fear: there were soldiers in dark charcoal special suit and black masks downstairs. Before we realized what that meant, they started spreading chemicals in the form of choking mist.
We knew we would die, and my baby sister started to have neurological symptoms. Our only way out was getting away through the dessert, all the way to Egypt and beyond.
Essentially, we had no way out.
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