These are the polar sensations I drift back and forth from as I think about words that I need to learn to explain my father's Syrian citizenship should airport security prevent me from entering the country, as I envision a life without the faces in frames around me, and as internalize what it means to step in the watan of my parents as my own without them...
All these thoughts and many more careen into each other the night before I leave for Damascus.
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