Her name? We don’t know for sure. It could be Aicha or Sameera or any other given name. Her age? We don’t know that either, but we know that on that particular day her life as she knew it was ended, and she started on a new tougher journey. Actually we don’t know much about her, but we do know this: 62 years ago, he world was shattered to pieces.
She lost her home for someone who claimed his ancestors lived there a few thousands years ago. She lost her husband as he was killed because he refused to give in for that claim. She lost her family as each one of them ended up in a different camp, in a different country, and she lost her child as he couldn’t stand the thirst on the way to that very camp.
She lost about everything, yet she always had a dream of returning, reuniting with her family in that same house again.
Yes, she lost it all, but there were two things she never lost: A rusty key, and the hope to return.