Invalid passport for my father’s burial

    It was 2:30 am when the phone in my home in Damscus-Syria rang, more than seven years ago.
I woke up and raised the phone,my brother’s voice came from the other side in Lebanon,
tired and full of sadness:”My Dad has died”.He said.
    My husband and my sons woke up and knew what happened.
I was seilent and couldn’t even cry.
     Next day my husband and my sons and my sister who was living also in Damascus,left to Lebanon to attend the burial.
While.. I was not able to go because my passport was invalid.

     Once again because I am Palestinian I was deprived of seeing my father and kissing him for the last time.
If I were Lebanese or Syrian I would not need a passport to travel between the two countries.
  Nadia
    

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