They forced my father

I’m from Goshta, Nangarhar. Goshta is a small village between the mountains. There’s a river. My village is located on the left side of the river – just like the old town in Cologne on the left side of the Rhine. We have many green fields and many large houses. We have no electricity and in the summer we have about 50 degrees. The summer is not easy to bear. Continue reading “They forced my father”

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Everything here is fine

There are no words to describe my hometown, because it is more beautiful than all the other cities. I was born by the sea, where the sun shines everywhere. Where the people are open, where you can go on holiday, where you can go to school, university and hospital for free, where there are no homeless people and poor people, where nobody dies of hunger. This is my town Lattakia. Continue reading “Everything here is fine”

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We moved a lot

My hometown Qamishli is a small town. Because of the civil war Quamishli is ruled by Kurds. It has the Kurdish name Rojava. The summers are very hot and dry. But in winter it is very wet. There is not far away the national airport. From there you can fly directly to Damascus. Continue reading “We moved a lot”

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