


Parental home

Brother & his daughter

Sisters

In front of brother's house


With my brothers

Way home

Ahmed & uncle

Parents house (front)


















Ain Draham, a paradise tainted
I bear nobody a grudge
But just let your eyes judge…
Why should this area be a mesh
For the Kroumirs and a hush?
Splendor stained, joy flouted, freedom choked
Into a big burial ground Ain Draham was faked.
Beggars and tramps with the dirty cops patrol,
All atone to ruin space and the Kroumirs’ body and soul