When i was a kid, every year during ramadan we would go and stay for a month, in my grandparents apartment. In the morning, i would sit with my grandfather on the porch to play chess and watch the cars passing by, and at night my mom and her friends and sistets would sit on the porch and enjoy shisha and laugh all night. During the day we would go for a walk to enjoy the weather, the scenery, the old architecture and visit historical sights. in the evening I would go to my neighbor and we'd play on his playstation and have fun. While waiting for for athan me and my sister watch spacetoon. And to break our fast we would have, atleast once a week, broasted chicken with garlic sauce, which since then i have rarely tasted garlic sauce that tasted as good. I miss Syria, and even if this is just nostalgia and it might not be the same since ive grown up, i still want to go back. Why can't everyone just leave us alone.
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