A I S H A - 1934
Aisha and I do not speak a common language, but silently we communicate through smiles. She holds my hand all the time and her daughters and her granddaughter translate what she tells me. It's so hard to imagine what it must be like to lose your home two times. She tells me that the escape from war in Syria a few years ago could not affect her emotionally so much anymore, because her heart already broke during her escape from war in Palestine when she was just a young girl. Still when she describes how her family is her greatest happiness, she shines and closes her eyes. "I will never forget…"