My daily life consisted of going to school, staying at home, visiting relatives, and accompanying my family to the olive groves where we farmed.
As a young child, I would watch my family plant and harvest the fruits of the land.
I was a hardworking student and completed my education up to the intermediate level before circumstances forced me to leave my country.
When the conflict began and demonstrations erupted in my town, we decided to flee, but we could not access neighboring areas due to the ongoing shelling. We were forced to move to the desert and live in tents.
The shelling intensified, and we would gather in a small shelter we dug to make bread, coming together whenever we heard the explosions.
The constant dust, the lack of food, flour, and water, as well as the presence of desert wildlife were major challenges.
Additionally, my father faced danger every time he tried to secure food for us. Once, he was confronted by a gang that robbed him; fortunately, he was not harmed, but this remains one of my worst memories.