I'm Yara, born on 25/2/2012 in Idlib. I am a war child, meaning that I'm deprived of many things that others have. I experienced the feeling of fear, displacement and loss. I lived with my father for only 6 months. He died in the horrific massacre of Maraand on 26/8/2012. At that time, the bombing didn't stop. My father wanted us to flee the village with some neighbors. We were divided into two groups, men in the back and women in the front. I couldn't remember what happened after that. I woke up in a blue dress and there were many wounded and doctors, and the ambulance sound was loud. My mom came and told me: Do not be afraid, your sister Aya is fine and she went to bring us water. I asked her about my father and she said that he is in heaven. Today we live with 8 neighbors in a 2-room house. I wish I could live in a better place and become a teacher when I grow up. My dreams are rights, or I'm I wrong?