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The story of suffering – Her story

After my husband went to prison, I didn’t hear from him. My little daughter Eva was three months old at that time, I had no milk and could not feed her. I fed them water and sugar. I went to my neighbors and borrowed money for milk for my daughter. They were very nice and caring. A bomb fell on a house near us, and then I fled. I took my children. When I left, my husband was in prison, I couldn’t go anywhere. Continue reading “The story of suffering – Her story”

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The story of suffering – His story

I went to prison in 2011. I had a fight with a friend in front of the bakery. At that time there was no war in Syria, but the protests have begun. My friend reported me in and I went to prison. They put me in prison for two and a half years. The problems started in 2012. Ramadan. In the Ramadan, they tried to take me to court to get me out. We made up. We were on our way to court, but the road was blocked. I was told by the police that I’m not going to court. At 7 pm we went back to prison, where the demonstrations started. The prison guards were threatened by the inmates, who became aggressive and struck with guns. They shot three of them in the belly, so the other inmates got scared. Continue reading “The story of suffering – His story”

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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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I can now calmly live my religion

I’m from Shiraz, Iran. I left my home country on 1.12.2015 because I changed my religion.

When I was five years old, my father and mother got divorced. After three years my mum got married and I stayed with my grandparents until I was 20 years old. Because my grandfather died and my stepfather said that I had to live with them, I moved to my mother’s house. Continue reading “I can now calmly live my religion”

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