As Long As the Lemon Trees Grow

“Beautiful.” But he isn’t looking at the necklace.

Fate has his strings, but we’re the ones who twist them together with our actions.

“Let’s get married?” Kenan grins.
I blush. “I don’t have anything planned for today, so sure.”

I give her one last squeeze before grabbing my lab coat. Today, this is my wedding dress, but in Germany, I’ll have a real one. With Layla. Safe and sound.

No one knows the future. But I know how I feel. I know how you feel. So let’s find our happiness here in Homs. Let’s get married in our country. Let’s make a home here before we make one somewhere else.”

“I want to marry you. If you’ll have me.”

At this point, Salama, all you can hope for is survival. Not happiness.”

He and I are owed a love story that doesn’t end in tragedy.

“Beautiful.” But he isn’t looking at the necklace.

“Beautiful.” But he isn’t looking at the necklace.