My name is Anwar, and here is my tale. Today was the day we were going to flee to a better place. I used to reside in Aleppo, Syria. I planned to depart with virtually my entire family. We were at my grandparents’ house when I was eight years old, and I remember it like …
I was living a peaceful and enjoyable life in my own country with my family until violence and conflict arrived. We had no choice but to go, leaving behind everything and everyone we knew and loved. I was just six years old at the time, but I remember the horror in my heart as we …
Matthew was huddled in a little house in a Ukrainian town. The sound of distant gunfire reverberated through the air, a constant reminder of the upheaval that had shattered his birthplace. He was a refugee, forced to flee his home and everything he knew in quest of safety and a better life. The battle had …
The awful sensation of agony and fear that lasts for years finally gets to you. I am Savannah, and I’d been dating Shawn for three years during that period. Shawn was a successful man. When we first met, we were tremendously in love. When I was with him, nothing else mattered. Given that I’m present, …
Alfie and Harpreet were lovers, who were devoted to each other. The fact that they were geographically separated by a border and resided in separate countries, made it difficult for them to be together. They worked relentlessly to overcome the hurdles, they were determined to remain together, despite the obstacles. The numerous challenges and barriers …
Every optimistic narrative starts with the main character leading a typical life in an idyllic residence. On the other hand, mine is the complete opposite. Aliha Mendoza is my name, and my family includes my parents and my brother Selique. Unfortunately, we were all plunged into an era of extreme poverty, sometimes with an inadequate …
I was asleep when everything started but when I did wake up I heard a bang then a crash then people started screaming, shouting “Protect the children! Run away!”. Those words… It was all happening again. Another war. I already know what to pack, the important things. I wake up my other siblings then go …
I woke up to gunshots. I heard tanks moving across my home city of Donetsk, or what’s left of it. We heard the Russian soldiers shouting and firing their guns. We couldn’t leave our house, we were scared. Some streets and homes were under rubble and completely unrecognisable. The streets and alleys I remember were …
In lands of bitterness, where shadows grow, where hope is far and sadness flows, across the border, dreams are made, guided by stars in the night. In Ukraine’s heart, a tale is brewed, of souls displaced in stories untold, trying to find comfort from war’s fury, they long for freedom’s healing path. Over …
