From inside a cloth tent, erected on muddy ground, rise sounds full of life despite a surrounding that calls for nothing but despair. Here, alphabetic letters are written and erased; numbers are added and subtracted; songs resound, and dreams are drawn on notebooks’ pages….
The day my feet were amputated: when rockets deprived Syrian children of their most precious things: their limbs. …
“Two years and five months have passed since my sister Raghad died. She died immediately after delivering her baby. She was only 14 years old,” said Rahaf, a Yemeni girl, “I was three years younger, yet my father decided to marry me to my 50-year-old brother-in-law to let me take care of my newborn nephew. Thus, I got married although I opposed the idea.”…
Shedding tears for her poor child, who passed away immediately after delivering her baby, Raghad’s mother never expected that her little girl’s marriage would end like this. “I wish she had realized my anger and quarrels with her father before that marriage,” said the grieving mother.
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After Farah’s injury, surgeons did their best to restore the severed part of her leg. However, this left her with a shorter leg, which became an obstacle to her movement….
The children feel sleepy and cannot open their eyes. They gather the remains of their strength and go to bed. The first minutes are very difficult; their hands and feet shiver with cold; no one dares to move his foot an inch. They all seek to enjoy the bliss of that little warmth their feet began to feel while in bed. If they move their feet to the edge, their bodies will retract again out of cold….
