My Golan Heights Family, my mother, who carried me tight to her bosom along with the key of our large and beautiful house in Quneitra, my Father, whose wish before succumbing to his untimely demise in the prime of his youth house was to be buried back HOME in the cemetery of our village, AlQaraana. in the middle my handicapped sister, unfortunately due to reasons related to migration and deportation related matters.
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