humansofnewyork:

(¾) “Ten days passed and we hadn’t heard anything. So we were starting to lose hope. Then one night there was a knock on the door. We didn’t have electricity in the house so it was very dark. I was very scared. I thought the soldiers were coming back for me. When I opened the door, I didn’t even recognize him at first. He was very dirty and barefoot. I thought he was from the street. Finally I realized that it was him and I started crying and screaming: ‘My father is home! My father is home!’ But he didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to talk for a long time.”

(Amman, Jordan)

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