12/24/2019
Letter from an anonymous Syrian about growing up during the Syrian Civil War:
“When the Syrian civil war began, I was a little child who didn’t know what war means. When I grew up, I came to realise, what’s this war meant. It stole our childhood and affected our mental and physical health, as well as our prospects for the future. Many of us lost our family members and friends in the violence, we suffered psychological trauma and were forced to leave school. The war destroyed our homes and forced us to leave everything behind us, returning home became impossible because of the constant war. The hardest scene was yet to come, and I saw it when we entered at the Turkey border. There I saw an old man seeking for his lost son, they became separated and he didn't know whether his son was alive or had been killed in the violence, if he was healthy or was hurt. He wept and wailed and said “I lost my heart, my everything, what I do?!?! When will the war end, I lost my son”. Really I felt a trauma that was unbelievable, how he called “where is my son?” with a sad sound in his voice and tears rolling down his face, crying. This is not the only person who lost his son, there are hundreds of thousands of families who lost their lives in this war. Our only hope is to stop the bleeding in Syria, to return to our homes and gather with our relatives and friends, those we didn’t see for years, we miss our home, where the memories of those lost in this war still live. Even one more day of this war is another day too many, so we hope for a peace long overdue amongst the wailing of the Fathers, Mothers, Brothers and Sisters who lost the one thing they can never replace, their family.”
by: Anonymous Syrian Refugee