IkramMohamsd
Four girls. Four countries. Different stories, but the same pain.
Yasmin, a child of Gaza, grows up beneath trembling skies and broken stone, her lullabies drowned by drones.
Leila, a Syrian refugee, flees with her mother's hand in one and memories of home in the other, chased by the ghosts of a war that stole everything.
Noor, from Yemen, walks through the ruins of a starving nation, where the silence after an airstrike screams louder than the blast.
Mariam, in Afghanistan, remembers what peace tasted like-before her village was swallowed by the thunder of a war she never asked for.
Their lands are distant, their languages different, but the ache they carry is one.
They are girls shaped by fire, surviving where the world has turned its face away.
And through it all-through dust, blood, and endless loss-they hold onto one thing with trembling hands:
the promise that peace lives not here, but in HEAVEN .