Yesterday, I saw pictures of Saint Simeon* somewhere on the internet. So I got up to look for the pictures of our trip to Saint Siméon with school back in 2005. But then I realized the pictures had stayed in France. It was okay, I've watched these pictures a hundred times and anyways i could go back at some point to get them. But it woke a feeling I had never been aware of before.
I am very sensible to people fleeing Syria to seek safety and decently informed. But, I had never realized how hard it must feel not to be able to just simply pick up some of your old pictures and go through them whenever you felt like it.
I felt hurt for all the refugees that have to cross waters and lands everyday to find a piece of safety but have to separate from the warmth of their memories and roots once they crossed the borders.
* Saint Simeon is the name of a monastery in the Syrian Governorate of Aleppo where Saint Simeon Stylites, lived on a column (now a rounded rock) in the middle of the church, for 37 years. #womanoftheorient