The Syrian-Americans

“Fevers are very dangerous for him because of his condition. One night he got a fever and there was nothing I could do. The doctors and the pharmacists had all fled our village. It was too dangerous to even go outside. We didn’t even have a phone. All I could do was take his clothes off and wipe him with cold water. He shook all night. At one point his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was like a body without a soul. I cried all night. The fever broke in the morning but that was enough for me. Three days later we went to Turkey. I’m hoping there will be a surgery that can help him in America. He is very attached to me. He cries whenever I leave him. I just hope one day he’ll be able to tell me exactly what he wants.”

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