I've been starving down here.... I miss my real family...
This was my city, Damascus. Mother and Father found comfort of living just on the edge of it, a suburb, 5 minutes outside. I sat here for hours praying, outside of my window, that one day I will soon be free.
Time to pray as a family.
This is my city now. After bombings and war, this is the rubble. I can remember the day vividly.
We are not rebels. Mother and Father always abode to the government's wishes.We happened to all be home that day, except my brother and sister who were at school, where the chemical weapons killed hundreds of innocent people. Even doctors couldn't save them all.
Days after the weapons were used, my mother and father were still missing. Namme, a girl from school, told her parents the tragedy and are allowing me to stay in their shelter, for goodness knows how long.