Syrianrefugee Stories

I wrote this short story (very short, the limit was 500-1000 words max) for a district writing contest and I'd hoped to share it because I'd like my profile active. My apologies that my descriptions are awful, please give it a chance. Fathi is a young Syrian refugee, his father dead, his mother, Amena, and brother, Nizar, both fleeing with him, away from the civil war and violence of Syria. He has run from several places in Europe, only to find himself lost and confused in a crowded refugee camp. This is a Syrian refugee story, but please give it a chance. And like always: Comment/Vote if you like it!

A refugee story...

It is a story of a Syrian refugee girl who was separated from her parents while fleeing from Syrian after civil war broke. Her life witnesses an unprecedented change and she had to struggle hard to survive but later on she was united with her parents in Turkey.

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 .

Set in the war torn land of Syria. Eight year old Isa, and his family are forced to abandon Aleppo and take refuge in a refugee camp. Day-to-day life is hard for all the civilians. Many fearing their life and the life of their loved ones are forced to flee to the adjoining countries- Jordan, Lebanon, and Turkey. The fierce waters of the Mediterranean at night gave nothing, but a hope to the people trying to escape the war torn region. It was only a few months ago, since they arrived in Ankara. Little Isa with his mother and three little siblings were trying to adjust to their fate. Escaping in a small boat from Al Ladhiqiyah in Syria, they reached Antioch. Their first few days were spent in a refugee camp at Atmeh, Syria. Men were separated from, women and children. Isa had no idea about the war. He kept asking his mother when are they heading back to their 'home'. His mother would tell him, "If God wills, soon". Isa would play with other children of his age. When the time for prayers would arrive, the children would make their own congregation. Isa loved to pray. His mother would always advise him, "Remember, with every pain there is ease, and nobody can help you except the Almighty". When the situation was booming out of control, some of the people started to migrate to other countries, taking refuge within. Isa and his family, and many more reached a refugee camp, in Yayladagi, Turkey, leaving everything behind. Taking the name of Almighty, they kept moving. All they hoped for, was a better life for their children. Each day, thousands crossed the seas, to see the land they were heading to. For many, they were never to be found. Some of them reached the land with no news of their loved ones. Thousand were feared dead either due to overcrowding of boat, being capsized, or being looted and killed by pirates.