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It's two in the morning. I'm staring at my mobile screen. Today is Eid. I'm lying alone in this small room in Saudi Arabia. I can hear the sound of fireworks in the distance, but I don't feel happy about it. Instead, my heart is crying. The last time I spoke to my mother was before dusk. My mother held back tears on the other end of the phone and said, "Dad, I really want to see you. Can't you come over sometime?" How can I explain to my mother that even if I want to, I can't go back home! It's been 8 years since I last went home. The last memory of the backyard is still vivid in my mind - my mother was standing in front of the door, tears in the corners of her eyes. My father was quietly smoking a cigarette. My sister was still crying, "Brother, don't go!" That scene from that day still haunts me to this day.