They are as a rose and water. My uncle was 16 when he met his wife who was 14 at their high school in Kabul, Afghanistan. They married when he was 25, and she was 23 in 1993. The newlywed’s honeymoon was not in Bali. Their new life started with the lack of food in cold winters and punishing hot summers of Kabul. Where the rain of bullets and rockets torn apart a lover from her beloved, a mother of her child and a rose from its roots. Although destiny kept the newlywed alive it turned them into refugees in their own city. Love and hope made them move from town to town till they reached the peaceful Netherlands. Here they have built a new life. Rose gave birth to three petals. Three children, now age 22, 20, and 16. The water and a rose are still inseparable. They are healthy and fresh. Their relationship is full of passion and love.