I usually skip the Facebook memories part till today. Two years ago my life changed. Two years ago, I traveled, thinking I was a good guy on a quest to help young kids when I discovered that they’re the good kids that helped a lost soul of a 25-year-old Egyptian guy: Me. Two years ago, I used to document this trip under the hashtag ‘lost young souls’ before I discovered that I was the lost young soul. Two years ago, I was lucky to be part of a group that spent some time in a Syrian refugee camp full of young, amazing, and full of potential Syrian kids in Lebanon. I was not the man I am today; I was a scared, young kid. I was scared of these kids. I was lost. I didn’t know the purpose of my life and I didn’t know if what I am doing was effective or not. I was incapable of acknowledging the blessings surrounding me, I was freaking scared of the unknown, of the future, of that camp. Before traveling I tried to apologize and leave the group not once, nor twice,…
