When I left Syria years ago, I tried to pack everything I could every little space in my bag was filled with things... I brought many of my memories with me.

My family used to own a big field filled with almond trees where we spent so much time me and my siblings and parents. When I was born my father planted a new tree and named it after me. Before I left Syria, I went back to the farm handpicked almonds from my very own tree and brought them with me. Those almonds are the most valuable thing to me. One kilo of almond from our farm, from a tree planted by my father on my birthday year 1987 and has my name. I still have some until now, they remind me of my childhood when I used to go with my father and work on the farm... when I smell them, I feel the strong connection to that land, to a place I loved.  Now, after all these years. I have a son who is one year and three-month-old... I planted for him one of the almond seeds in a pot so that one day when he grew up, he will also have his very own almond tree. 

Since I'm a person connected to nature and in love with the Alps. I climbed this mountain specifically to take this photo.