I think he's only here for the month of August, we shall see.
He's a 26 year old Syrian doctor, who's been in the States for 2 years doing rotations at different hospitals around the country and will be applying for resident positions in September.
He has a younger brother so was forced to leave Syria before conscription into the Army.
If you're the only son, they don't take you. If there are two or more, they make you.
He didn't want to fight against his fellow countrymen.
I've been getting quite an education.
When we're not talking politics, we're talking food.
He tells me about a favorite dish, then we're both on our computers googling away in English and Arabic, translating pomegranate or eggplant.
I make him fattoush, he brings me chicken kabobs from his favorite carryout.
Catholic, Muslim whatever, a love of food has brought us together.
Today I made a batch of turnip and beet pickles, he just keeps admiring the color.
The color of his childhood, in vinegar. Give them a week, I'll let you know how they taste.
One of my neighbors gave me his CSA box so I threw the white eggplants on the grill then whipped up a baba ghanoush, I roasted peppers and covered then in olive oil and garlic. I can't seem to stop cooking.
My boss told me the Universe takes good care of me.
The world is ours. It's often full of unexplainable horrors but if you look long enough you can see the beauty.
Thank you Universe. I'll try and keep my eyes open.
