I am Ahlam I live a miserable life with my children, in a small tent we sleep and wake up, cry, play and eat crumbs , our white tent does not protect us from cold in the day nor from cold, mosquitoes, dust and rain, however I love it and my children also love it
Because it is in fact the only shelter we have for the last four years, since we left Taiz under the showers of bullets, and I sold what I had to pay the driver the fare to travel
The food aid with which the world is sympathetic to us doesn’t satisfy us , I hear them talk about the generosity of the organizations in helping the afflicted ,but what I feel as a disaster is quite the opposite because I get, between separate periods, only a little wheat, rice and oil, so that I will in return look for gas, firewood, and other basic need.
even water, the children with their meager bodies go to fetch it from a far place, and as for the clothes, the lower part of my kids bodies almost still naked In the evening, I use some cardboard to sleep on it and pass a thin, torn quilt over them, and I stay up, of course, over their heads. To talk to you about everything,
I have a hard day ahead of me and I am forced to take advantage of one minute.
Two of my young children are sick I will go to the market to ask benefactors for money to buy medicine and milk if money is preferred. Are you waiting for me to send a message at the end of my talk?
Well, I don’t want you to be kinder, don’t share your food with me and my children, and don’t share with us a little warmth of the house, just try to appreciate your blessings, how much I feel compassion for you whenever I hear you complain and mourn reality, even though you have everything that we lack in the camp! I’m not sure what to talk about either, the aches are deep and the worry is heavy, and I’m sure I don’t have much time.
