My sweet Dorothy

 My dear, dear Dorothy,

My greatest joy is that we were finally able to meet and drink coffee together in real life. Little did I know that our first time sitting together would also be our goodbye.

You brought so much hope into my life during one of my darkest periods—me, and everyone else who received your poems written on the cards you sent us. Each one was a quiet act of love.

I am writing to you here because this is where we met. This is where we found each other: me, writing about war; you, grieving your friend. You emailed me and told me about the poem you had written. You told me my writing was beautiful. You told me to have hope—that a better future was ahead.

When I told you I was organizing a TEDx event, you said you wanted to help. You said you wanted to send us your poem. I still remember what my colleagues said when I told them a woman from across the sea wanted to send us her poem of love.
“Why?”
“Because she is kind. Because she is loving.”

And so you did.

Holding your cards felt like holding hope itself—a symbol of resilience that carried us through war.

I am a terrible friend.
Three years you’ve been gone. Three whole years. Where was I?

I’ll admit I was at my lowest then. Maybe my mind protected me, blocking the news because I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to lose you. I am still not ready to live in a world without you.

Now that the veil is gone, I see it so clearly—your absence from this world for the past three years. I see the void you left behind. How did I not feel it then?

I am a terrible friend.

You, on the other hand, were an extraordinary one—an extraordinary human being. I will carry you in my heart wherever I go. I will continue to gift your poem, to read it aloud, every chance I get. Dorothy, you taught me that love crosses oceans, survives war, and outlives us all. Your love did not leave with you; it stayed. It lives on in your words, in the kindness passed forward, and in every heart you quietly, deeply touched. Your love is your legacy—and it will never be lost.

May your soul rest in peace Dorothy Oger❤️‍🩹

Your friend,

Kamar 

Here is a collection of photos that are very dear to me and I would love to carry them on with me forever..