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Syria at Work
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It was about six months ago when I first met Mr. Jaber. He was a private taxi driver. He told me a lot about his life in that month which I spent with him. After 40 years of hard work, he was satisfied with his job. “I worked alone but everything in my life was arranged. Actually I spent a lot of time in my house waiting for a call from customers, then when they phoned me I used to hurry up to my Queen, that’s my beautiful Opel, to go to their address on time,” he explained to me. He had a strong friendship with his car, that Opel. “It was about 30 years ago when I first met her, that’s 10 years before meeting my wife,” he said to me jokingly. He had a small flat in Almeedan and he was worried about his life. “Some customers pay a lot, but others don’t”, adding “when you become 70 years old and you don’t have any children or relatives except for a sick wife you should learn how to express your love,” he said to me impressively. Actually Mr. Jaber was originally from Ram-Allah, but after the Israeli occupation he emigrated to Syria with his wife and started a new, hard life. He told me that he would never forget all those flourishing nights in Ram-Allah before the occupation. “We were very happy. We used to spend all our money without worrying about anything because we had everything. But now everything has changed,” he said to me. He was very touched when he talked about his miserable life. “Dear son, you would never imagine how difficult to think every night you could live and survive especially if once you were the owner of a very big farm and a gorgeous house,” he told me while he began crying. However, I think although he deeply suffers from his recent status, he still has that dream that someday he will return to his farm and house. - A. Otri |
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