Every year, we rode in his car, and I always sat by the window, not just for the view but to capture every moment in my mind, as if saving pictures that would never fade. I loved watching the crowded streets, the vendors selling the classic Ramadan sweet, qatayef, kids playing in the alleys, and the palm trees swaying in the evening breeze. The laws we were told would protect civilians in war, the rules we were taught to believe in, never applied to us.
Author: Taqwa Ahmed Al-Wawi
Published at: 2025-03-29 13:30:00
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