I go back in time for a moment and see myself adding a new piece of sugar to our family…
Youssef, my little child, was born, and our home filled with warmth and life.
We had a house that sheltered us, food on the table, and work that allowed us to live with dignity.
My children went to kindergarten and school,
and our days were simple, organized, and beautiful just as life is meant to be.
Only one month after giving birth, the war came.
It did not come to change the details of our lives, but to turn them completely upside down.
We were displaced from our home, then it was entirely destroyed, as if our memories themselves had turned to rubble.
We fled from one place to another,
and each time we survived at the very last moments.
Death followed us like a shadow that never left, like a ghost waiting for the smallest mistake.