-part 1-

May peace, mercy, and the blessing of God be upon you. There are many situations in our lives that are stamped on our memories. In certain life situations, fears emerge, which are now called triggers. Due to several fires, my daughter has now such a trigger. As before, I will continue my story about the camp for women and children in Syria.
The tents in the camp are about 1 m or 1.5 m from each other, which is quite close, and because of this, many tents are affected simultaneously in case of fire.
Next to my tent, more precisely in front of it, is my friend’s tent, practically an exit near an exit. On this side was the so-called kitchen. Since this was the kitchen, it goes without saying that it also had kerosene gas that we used for cooking. There were probably four 25-liter cans.
It was morning. Everything seemed quiet and calm. Suddenly I heard a crackling. When a tent starts to burn, it makes a certain sound. It’s really scary. My neighbor’s tent caught on fire. The fire began to quickly engulf it. When the flame came to the edge, it was by my tent. The fire rose to 2 or 3 meters high. We started throwing water out of the cans in an attempt to extinguish it. And to keep the flame away from my tent. My house started to heat up. The heat grew and grew. The heat was strong. When the fire reached its peak, I remembered the kerosene cans. Together with the sisters, we began taking them out quickly. Everyone got really scared. Thank God, my house was not damaged, nor were any other people injured in that fire. We couldn’t extinguish it, we let it burn, we just managed to hold it back so it wouldn’t expand. Everyone was affected by this stressful situation, especially my two young children. Later I found out how it caught fire. On the street near the tent were mattresses and children played on them. One of the children brought matches and did not notice how everything began to burn.
It’s been more than five years, and my child still reacts to smoke, to the smell of smoke. Frankly, recently I thought that when the cold season starts and I see smoke, I will unconsciously try to figure out if it’s far from my home. It’s really awful. We try not to react, but we fail.
We’ve been through a lot in the camp. The saddest thing is that the camp has been around for seven years now and women and children continue to live there and fight for their lives. Let us pray for all the Muslims in isolation, that Allah may free them in the easiest way. Amen! Amen!
Asira