Dearest Diary,
I am writing this at the coldest time of the day. Morning.
We have been on the move to the border of Lebanon. I haven't learn anything about this country from school, but I am eager to learn about it.
The walk to the town? of Hnaider is a long dangerous walk. We pass through many highly risked areas.
Every few hours or so, we have a food break and a small resting period.
The food is no longer fresh and it is really cold. I miss having a hot feast with all of my friends.
Water is also running out. We have to save every little bit of water for the journey. We are only allowed half a cup each.
Grandma is starting to become a bit weak, we have to keep an eye on her at times.
Fortunately, we have yet to get stopped by any soldiers. Hopefully they don't spot us.
Signed with a bit of food in my hand,
Haitham (Signature inserted!)
p.s. this Qatayef is delicious! Too bad it is cold....
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My Syrian War Diary
Historical FictionThe Syrian War as told by the eyes of a young Syrian 8-year-old. From a normal life to a life filled with hardship, he experiences what most won't have to experience. As each month becomes increasing scarce of paper, he only limits himself to write...
