Homam rode with me to the border, a distance of 80km or more. He wanted to be sure that I left Syria safely. It was a struggle for him to get there and back in a day so he set a fast pace. I was carrying 25kg and 25 years more than him, so it was a test of my strength and stamina.
They say that in the army they make new recruits hate the sergeant major who then drives you to achieve more than you ever thought possible. At times, for a second or two, I hated Homam but in the end I loved him for it. He got me to the Lebanon.
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