"He's not our son." Was the only argument I could come up with. Disappointment and disbelief darkened his eyes. "So you're prepared to let that young boy who left his country to provide a life for himself and his family to die in a fight that doesn't concern him? Coming from you, a mother?"

Guilty speared, so I kept mute, partly to reflect.

"Look, babe, I know you've been through a lot and Kazim was giving every information to bring every injustice to an end and the people responsible to book ...