When I'm there, things move so fast, all I can do is try to stay calm. When I'm there, there's no end in sight to all of this so all I can do is try to resolve those things that are within my power. When I'm there, there is so much sorrow, all I can do is try to tell the encouraging stories.
But today I came back. And as my head hit the pillow, all I could do was cry.
I cried for the women who haven't seen their husbands in a year.
I cried for the children who miss their fathers so desperately.
I cried for the men who languish in prisons for fleeing the war, because crossing the border was illegal.
I cried for the people who are being deported.
I cried for the people who are depressed and daren't even ask for help.
I cried for the families who have others missing or dead in the Aegean.
I cried for the people standing in long lines to receive food they'd never choose, in camps nobody wants, just to stay alive.
I cannot fathom what life feels like for them - how life feels when it's in the hands of others.
But I can be their friend. I can sit over a chai and listen to their stories. I can share my love for art, for languages, for pizza. I can help sell an artist's drawing, and end up building a new friendship. I can look into that mirror, and I can be there for that part in all of us that need friends, not strangers, for survival. Ask me, and you can too.
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Photo Credit, Nour.
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