Little Angela Merkel Al Ali

The first school I went to was a Christian school, it was called The Rainbow. I have fond memories of the place, I felt safe and happy there.

Everyday started and ended with a prayer. Miss Janet was my teacher for the first two years. She was a very kind woman, and practical too. Before the day ended, she would get all of us wrapped in our winter gear – hats and mittens included – and only then was the moment to pray at the end of the day. But the thing was: with the mittens on, we could not properly fold our hands. According to miss Janet it would be alright if we just held both hands together.
A year and a half ago, I wrote about what a sad summer it was in 2014. For this year I can only say that it has been a very sad year. First and foremost Paris comes to mind, but the next moment I am overwhelmed by the remembrance of the toddler washing up at a shore in Turkey in September. I shall not start a list with the sorrow of 2015, it would be an endless one.
Last week I read in the newspaper about a Syrian couple in Germany. These fugitives called their newborn baby girl Angela Merkel Al Ali. This made me smile. I can only hope that Little Angela Merkel Al Ali will be happy and safe at the school she goes to in a few years, oblivious to the outside world (which is probably still a mess by then).
And let her, when she grows older (like we do) cherish her childhood memories.

 

Wishing you all the best for the New Year, Fleur

 

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