Sometimes Abeer still dreams of returning to the house in Damascus. But she tries not to dwell too much on the past. Still, there are some memories that are more painful than others. Like the last time they left their house and Abeer’s son asked to bring his favourite soft toy, the one he took to bed every night and always carried around. “We were only going to my parents so I told him that it would be waiting for him when he got back. But then the house was damaged and we never found the toy again. Thinking about it still makes me sad.”
Even if there is no comparison between the old house and the apartment in Amman, Abeer’s tried to add touches of what the family once had to the two-bedroom flat – and she involves her kids.
“My children are my friends, I always ask for their opinion and listen to them – just like my own parents did.”
That’s why the sofa cover in the living room is both dark blue and bright pink, and why the children’s room is divided in two – one half jam-packed with superheroes and football teams, the other with images of a brilliant girl explorer.