My mother opened the cellar door, and we went down the stairs, and she remained standing holding the door, looking at us farewell from above, and we exchanged it from below.

"Salama, my little one, accompanied you... Try to rebuild your lives again and don't get into trouble," she said in a broken tone and quickly closed the door before we spoke...

That was the last time I saw my mom...

Tears gathered in my eyes and I grabbed Jason's arm to lean on him and draw some strength from him even though I knew that he also needed support...

He stroked my hair to reassure me and said in...