It's been two years since we has to leave our spacious home in Damascus. Hope is lost, as we have been in the Wavel Refugee camp for well over a year now. I managed to escape with my mother and two younger brothers. My father stayed behind to fight
When we first arrived here, the concrete house we brought was described as unlivable. However, my mother brought it with the little money we had. I have had to drop out of high school to help my mother.
The older of my brothers (Mohammed), being ten years old, is the only one who goes to school in my family. The other one (Aimar), eight years of age, has severe asthma and therefore too sick to go to school.
This is the inside of our house. We only have one room and we all sleep on mats on the floor. We have a small bathroom on the side. For a while we didn't have any hot water and had to heat it on the stove but a organisation called Habitat for Humanity helped us fix that.
Since the Lebanese government has forbidden us from getting jobs, we have to rely on the $150 dollars a month by the UNRWA. This is barely enough to feed us and we go hungry more often than not. My brothers medication is very expensive and we believe his condition is getting worse, but we can't do anything about it.
In conclusion, I am very uncertain about the future of my family. I hope one day I find my way out of this camp, but I am unsure. Sometimes I dream about what my life would be like if I ever got out, but I am unsure what life is like out of here anymore.