When survival was no longer guaranteed

In the heart of the Middle East, was a young Muslim woman, Zahra. Originally from a peaceful town in a European country, 15 years ago, Zahra married Hamza, Syrian citizen. They lived initially in a village in Homs, where their 3 children came into the world.
Zahra had once lived a life of quiet normality, where her days were filled with simple joys. The laughter of her children as they played, the scent of fresh bread backing in the oven and the evening gathering with her husband. But that life, once so calm, was shattered by the constant thunder of war.
Zahra’s life took a drastic turn when The Syrian Civil War began. A tank sent two missiles to her home. During the attack, her husband died and one of the children was injured.
Zahra and the children managed to escape, but they did not even say goodbye to their beloved husband and father.
For years, Zahra lived in one of the makeshift camps in the crumbling territory. The camp was overcrowded and under-resourced, with too many people crammed into too little space. Basic necessities like food, water and medical care were rationed and the future seemed as uncertain as ever. Every day was a battle for survival. The tent they were given offered little protection and the children fell ill frequently in the harsh conditions.
Zahra spent her days standing in long lines for food rations, her nights keeping watch over her children, ensuring they stayed safe in a place where desperations often drove people to do unthinkable things.
Zahra says that her life was an ordeal and that she saw misfortunes that others cannot imagine. Her children were so damaged that when they heard planes, they ran scared under the table.
But amid the struggle, Zahra found a small community of other women who had also lost their husbands and homes to the war. Together, they shared their stories, their grief and their hopes for a better future.
They supported one another, helping to care for each other`s children, sharing whatever little they had. In these women, Zahra found a new kind of family, bound not by blood, but by shared suffering.
We wonder how many sisters have gone through this kind of experiences…