“Wanna come ta tha show?” The young face was brown, but the accent was classic West Yorkshire. And his arms were full of fireworks! We were newly arrived in England, walking around our neighborhood, wondering how to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day, when a dear Afghan family from down the road asked us to join in their fireworks fun. I’ll never forget the warmth and kindness I felt at being invited to share it with them. They went on to be friends to us throughout our too short time in their town.
Her name was Noor. She was curious, compassionate, and smart. She was pursuing on a Phd in math in France, far from her Damascus home. She and my wife, Ann, had talked about family, faith, the growing fear in Syria, and hope for the future. Having asked her a number of questions, Ann backed off a bit and said, “Do you have any questions for me?”