Syria is free and it will be free forever πβ
How beautiful it is to celebrate the colors of the Syrian revolution β€
Invisible Children
They walk among us, their tiny feet barely touching the ground. Their laughter echoes through the streets, yet no one hears it. Their eyes, filled with wonder and innocence, gaze upon the world, but no one sees them. They live with us in this world, but no one sees them or feels them.
Amidst the uncertainty of their displacement, the flowers picked on a new Ramadan day in the camp whisper tales of hope for an unknown future. and life in homes whose details they do not know despite the long years of their displacement yet their fragrance fills the air with resilience. πΈβ¨
Gathering a bit of warmth as the sunshine of a new day at camp, with their hopes hanging in their faraway homes they don't know the details of after Forced displacement.
"In the shelter camp, amidst muddy roads and harsh reality, lies 'A Space of Hope' under the warmth of a sunny day, where despite an unknown future, there persists a glimmer of hope for a better tomorrow."
a Syrian mother bearing the burden of many years of war, oppression, loss, and endurance. Between the wrinkles of time and her sadness over the loss of her daughter and the injury of her second daughter, and her pain by the wounds of the fragments of the artillery.
They deserve our support to change their lives for the better.
You can create your happiness from the simplest things, even if everything around you is disastrous.