Hearts That Still Remember, Arms That Never Forgot to Embrace

When loved ones meet again after long separation, the embrace becomes the first word — and asking “How are you?” the first question.

Souls reconnect before bodies do; in their eyes, the ache of absence mingles with the joy of survival.

In the displacement centers, far from home and memory, people hold each other tightly — as if trying to make up for everything that distance, sorrow, and war have stolen. Tears blend with smiles; the happiness of reunion intertwines with the pain of what was lost. Yet, hope remains present, quietly glowing amid exhaustion.

They ask about loved ones, about homes that vanished, about roads that are no longer safe. They tell stories of displacement and separation, as if sharing them could lighten the weight of their grief.

Amid the tents, a new warmth is born — the warmth of reunion after exile, and the peace that comes from knowing those we love are still alive.