I am Hajar, and when I was little, I was in a car accident that brought a lot of pain for someone my age—at least, that's what my mom tells me. She never left my side, unlike my dad, who left us—me and my seven siblings. My mom worked so hard, taking me from one doctor to another until I got better. I don’t remember much because I was so young, but as I grow up, I feel my dad's absence. Now, I’m dealing with an eye condition (keratoconjunctivitis), and every time I see streets and cars, I get scared and remember the accident. At the moment, I’m attending Gaza School, and I love it. I love my friends too.