Music has helped me in everything – morally, financially, even my manners. It helps maintain one’s soul and is second only to my family. Before we got married, I tried to teach my wife, Rana, to play the flute. We gave up after a few lessons; she’s happy being a good listener.
When she was pregnant, we played Mozart to expose our daughter Aya to music. Now Aya prefers One Direction. I taught all my children to play instruments and I’m a strict teacher. Aya sings and plays the saxophone, Maya and Ahmed love to sing and dance.
When I play at home Ahmed likes to press the buttons and says: “I also want to play.” I tell him, “Daddy has to work, please let me practice,” and he says, “No, I want to I want to play music too.” Sometimes he also brings his own flute and I help him to block the holes because his hands are still small.
I came from Syria to Bangkok. The last time my daughter Aya and I played in Syria we performed with a Latin music band. It was really a wonderful concert. It was very beautiful and it is one of my last sweet memories.
This is a guest post from the UNHCR’s World Refugee Day.