Building our house was not easy, it took a long time of effort, and it was our only refuge and source of warmth and happiness. It was full of love, dreams and future. Our house was bombed and destroyed, so we were forced to move and move several times and take refuge in places unfit for living, where we faced constant threats and evacuation orders. Today we are limited to living in a small tent on the street. These tents lack the basic necessities of life, and epidemics and infectious diseases spread. My children lost their childhood in these temporary shelters. They don't know how to play or learn. They perform tasks beyond their ages, such as fetching drinking water from long distances and obtaining food from nursing homes.









