Old lady of Aleppo and Abdullah (part 4)
From the Blog tanveerrauf [image: images] contd ———-camp to ashes" The management understood his emotions and mental stress, and allowed the old lady of Aleppo to be treated kindheartedly on compassionate grounds. He took care of her like his own mother. He would feed her like a baby. Dress her, comb her hair, set her bed and did whatever he could to comfort her. They both sat silent just looking at each other with tears flowing. One day the lady asked his name."My name isAbdul Wahid" he said in Arabic accent. Taking his hand in hers she said; "You are Abdullah; my second son, Abdullah" she continued; "Early in 2015 my son Abdullah went from Turkey to Greece with Syrian refugees. From there managed to sailtoGermany. His name is Abdullah. My husband and I were supposed to go to Germany the same way hepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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