We have Syrian, Iraqi, and others who have recently come to our country. (When I say we and our I also mean them)

My fence is covered in grape leaves from about April to September. I get lots of people around the neighbourhood that come by to take them.

Last year one old dude came and started picking them. I got up to say hello.

He spoke no English.

He said some things and made some gestures and I kinda got the gist.

Went inside got him some water and a cloth.

He drank and wiped his hands.

Shook my hand and said habibi.

I almost cried.