Yumna Kassab

“The child is juggling in the streets. His parents have dressed him in his best, but even these clothes have seen better days. His act is better suited to a circus than the city square, but for each day he comes here, he leaves at the end with his pockets …”

“When he left last time and he told her they’d likely be apart a month, she kissed him and said Why don’t you move here and let us see if we can make this a life? And these words are with him on the plane, they are with him as he lands, they …”