With Syria at the height of conflict in 2014, his one-and-a half year old son was diagnosed with brain cancer. Three years in, migration of doctors and infrastructure impacts, meaningful treatment would not have been possible in Syria. His infant son’s illness did what years of barrel bombs could not: he sold the heavy equipment of the family business he had spent years building to seek treatment for his son Nasr across the border. Nevertheless, 25 days after his admission to the hospital, the child moved to God’s grace and was buried in Jordan.

 

After six months of grieving, Abu Nasr himself was taken to a hospital having suffered a serious stroke. He survived after the fitting of three stents in a catherization procedure and later a heart valve replacement.

His family was able to convince him in the end of the remaining beauty of life and that he had to stand up to the ruins of the rest of his family, consisting of 3 children and a wife, and to strive with all his might to face problems in the future. With new resolve, he left Jordan and headed to Abu Dhabi in 2017 to settle there and through hard work, to allow his children pursue their studies. But no matter how long the hours he worked the financial burdens were heavy, especially school fees for his three children, and the rent on their small family home.

 

In 2021 always only one step ahead of payments and certain that another stroke was just around the corner that would leave his children without a decent future, he took the decision to try to make it to Europe where a free and quality education for his children and home for his family would be assured whatever might happened to him.

 

He decided to go to Europe to become a refugee like so many others.

 

He decided to try to go to Europe because he was exhausted and could no longer bear the burden of his past.

 

But, unfortunately, Europe did not receive him, and rather while running between the borders, another heart attack received him instead.

 

His only dream was to reach Europe to see his three children, the eldest of whom is 14 years old and the youngest of whom is 5 years old, grow up in front of him, study and graduate from universities in front of his eyes, and that he rejoice in them upon graduation. But death was closer to him than this joy.

 

In loving memory, funds from this account will go to the children that succeed him and the dream of a decent future with a decent education for which he gave the ultimate sacrifice.