Syria. The country that I called my home for a year. The country that has been shattered for the last six years. The country where 13 249 civilians have died due to the war. The country that ninemillion people have fled from in fear.
I lived in Damascus the capital of Syria in 2009. It was a year filled with allot of laughter, tears, new discoveries and friends. The Syrian civil war officially started in 2011 two years after I left Syria. But I do think that the people where afraid of the regime when I lived there, however as a ten-year-old girl I was just to innocent and ignorant to notice it. All I saw was that people had pictures of their president wherever they could, in the windows, on their cars, in the shops, which lead me to the conclusion that they truly loved their president. While the reality probably was that they where to scared to do or say anything else, because everyone heard the stories of what happened to those who spoke their minds. They where forced in to a police car one day and put in to jail without a hearing.
All of my closest friends from Syria are either like me, they lived there for a while due to their parents working in the country, or they were born and raised in Syria, but they all had the opportunity to leave the country before it got to dangerous. But there are far to many people that didn't have that opportunity and that have done their best to flee the war. And these people are suffering, they have left their whole lives. This is why my class is collecting money to UNHCR and their work with refugees from Syria. It is our responsibility to help them to the best of our abilities as a first world country but also as human being. They are in despair and they need our help. So pleas help my class to collect money for this important cause by donating money at the link bellow. Thank you!