—— ⊹₊⟡⋆ four stars ౨ৎ
─ ⟡ “I found so many strange things, broken and even whole pieces of human lives: a child's shoe, a dog's collar, a cell phone, a glove, a key. It's interesting to find a key when there's no longer a door to open with it. When you think about it, finding shoes or gloves when there's no longer any feet or hands is even stranger.”
NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER LOSE HOPE.
This story was super fast paced and packed with lots of different emotions — fear, loss, heartbreak, love, fear, anger, frustration and the way you could FEEL it all from the pages was just …. wow. The author put a living emotions into it and she gave us an insight on how is it really like to be a refugee, she took us on a journey that wasn’t delightful or exciting, but rather raw and heartbreaking and showed us what all those people caught in the middle of different conflicts are going through — so many people, every day, are fleeing, leaving, losing, suffering, dying, and yeah it lowk makes me doubt if good exists in this world 😔💔
It also gave me a better insight into the Syrian civil war it’s not like i didn’t know about it i’ve heard pieces here and there geography lessons media etc but it started when i was little and thank goodness never affected me so there were (and still lowk are) big holes in my knowledge 😭 i’m just so sorry for all those people who had to watch their land turn into a death trap and suffer & die or leave everything behind without no clear future ahead and facing so many risks along the way and just trying to survive while losing both their country and in many cases their loved ones too and carrying an emotional burden with them just trying to live from day to day leaving what was known and coming to somewhere new and different and strange
May all the people and their loved ones be safe & okay
─ ⟡ ”Afra was different before the war. She left a trail behind her. For example, when she baked, flour was everywhere, even on Sami. He was all battered. When she painted, everything was covered in paint. When Sami painted too, it was even worse, it looked as if they were both splashing paintbrushes all over the room. Even when she spoke, it was without rhythm or structure, throwing words here and there, taking them back, exchanging them for others. Sometimes she would jump in to speak herself. When she laughed, the whole house shook.
But when she became sad, my world darkened. I had no choice. She was more powerful than me. She cried like a child, laughed like a bell, and had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. She could argue for hours without a break. Afra loved, hated, and made the world smell like a rose. And for all that, I loved her more than my life.”
─ ⟡ “But in Syria they say: in the person you know, there is the person you do not know.“
─ ⟡ “There won’t be bombs there,” he said, “and the houses won’t break like these.” I didn’t know if he meant Lego houses or real houses, but I was saddened to realize that Sami had been born into a world where anything could break. Real houses crumbled and fell apart. Nothing was solid in Sami’s world. Still, he tried to imagine a place where houses weren’t falling down around him. I carefully placed the Lego house in the safety of the cabinet so that it would remain exactly as Sami had given it. I even thought about gluing it together in that shape so we could keep it forever.
"Nuri," Afra broke the silence, "I've had enough. Please. Take me out of here."
She stood, her eyes twinkling as if she had seen it all.
─ ⟡ “Afra, what happened?” I asked. She curled up next to me on the mattress. “Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?” I put my hand on her back and she flinched, so I just lay down next to her and didn’t touch her or ask her anything. She didn’t talk to me until the afternoon. I didn’t sleep at all. “Do you really want to know?” she asked. “Of course.” “Because I’m not sure you want to know.”
┆ 𝐩𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 💌 ⌗
⤿ this was one of those random finds in the library lol but i was too invested to not to bring it home w me 😌