Sep 17, 2021
4 min read
How An Iraqi Refugee Stole My Heart
On our first date, he’d told me that his childhood best friend in Iraq was beheaded at the young age of 18 years old. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt as if I had absorbed some kind of energetic transfer of pain vibrating from his soul— despite him acting as cool as a cucumber on the surface.
The sunset gleamed its golden rays across his chiseled face as he continued spilling his deepest secrets…
