“Northern nights of sorrow
Go on remember me, remember me
My beloved asks about me
Northern nights of sorrow
Oh, my love, I am a bird in the field
My family promised me to the sun and the street
Oh, my love”
It’s a song by Fairouz. I’ve been listening to it over and over since since yesterday. It makes me feel high, in a strange way. Maybe because the lyrics echo what’s going on in my head? The sad winter taking what’s left of our smiles, the emptiness I feel when I walk on the destroyed streets of our town, my family and my mom, who I haven’t seen in over a year and a half, and my girlfriend, my love who stopped talking to me few months ago because she fears that she’ll call asking about me one day and find that I’m dead due to shelling, starvation…
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