Ayesha lived in Beirut, it was a lovely city before the civil war began.She woke up and her house was getting bombed. Ayeshas mum was frantically packing and throwing bags into there hands.Ayeshas Granny was far ahead so they had to catch up.
Ayeshas mum told Ayesha and her brothers to go with Granny and that shell catch up.While they were walking they stopped to have a rest and realized that there mother wasnt there.
dad why cant you unpack
After a few days of living on the streets,they were walking around and spotted a family sitting at a window waving them to come in.So Ayesha and her family walked up the stairs of the dusty old flat.
They got up the stairs of the refuge home and found them selves in a worn down flat, it looked like it was once very beautiful a very long time ago.
The rooms were certainly not empty , they were fill of refugee people like them.Ayesha could see that they made little corners for them selves to live in.
A middle aged women approached them with a big warm smile.She wore a long dress and had a scarf over her face.She showed them around and found a little corner for them.