The Beekeeper of Aleppo

Where there are bees there are flowers, and wherever there are flowers there is new life and hope.

But in Syria there is a saying: inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

Sometimes we create such powerful illusions, so that we do not get lost in the darkness.

When you belong to someone and they are gone, who are you?

But what I loved most was her laugh. She laughed like we would never die.

But when she was sad my world was dark. I didn’t have a choice about this. She was more powerful than I. She cried like a child, laughed like bells ringing, and her smile was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. She could argue for hours without ever pausing. Afra loved, she hated, and she inhaled the world like it was a rose. All this was why I loved her more than life.

It's amazing, the way we love people from the day we are born, the way we hold on, as if we are holding on to life itself.

Name - My beautiful boy. Cause of death - This broken world.

Sometimes I think that if I keep walking, I will find some light, but I know that I can walk to the other side of the world and there will still be darkness. It's not like the darkness of the night, which also has white light from the stars, from the moon. This darkness is inside me and has nothing to do with the outside world.

They communicated without words from the most primitive part of the soul. I remembered her laughing about this, saying that she felt like an animal, and how she realized that we are less human in our times of greatest love and greatest fear.

O Allah keep me alive as long as is good for me, and when death is better for me, take me.

I wanted to set forth the idea that among profound, unspeakable loss, humans can still find love and light—and see one another.

Inside the person you know, there is a person you do not know.

People are not like bees. We do not work together, we have no real sense of a greater good –

I wish I could escape my mind, that I could be free of this world and everything I have seen in the last few years. And the children who have survived - what will become of them? How will they be able to live in this world?

It takes bravery to cry out, to release what is in your heart.

What he is really saying is this: this is how the story must end; our hearts can bear no more loss.

Where there are bees there are flowers, and where there are flowers there is new life and hope.

It’s amazing, the way we love people from the day we are born, the way we hold on, as if we are holding on to life itself.

Yuanfen, a mysterious force that causes two lives to cross paths in a meaningful way.

The sound of birdsong never changes.

There is always one person in a group who has more courage than the rest. It takes bravery to cry out, to release what is in your heart.

It took me years to understand them, and once I did, the world around me never looked or sounded the same.

But if we had known, what would we have done? We would have been too afraid to live, too afraid to be free and to make plans.

You see?" he whispered. "You see? You have to relax and turn into nature. Then you will be fine

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Aleppo is now like the dead body of a loved one, it has no life, no soul, it is full of rotting blood.

I wished that there was someone to guide me, to tell me what to do and which way to go, but I felt completely alone.

When I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell, I could pretend for a moment that I hadn't seen the things I'd seen.