Hello, my name is Rasha. I was born in Idlib and after the death of my father we had to flee to Turkey, which was very, very hard for me. The news of my dad's death was a tragic news. I lived with him for more than 5 years. He was a great father and I hope that he could come back to me. He died on 25.03.2014. He succumbed to his wounds, which were inflicted on him in a battle to free his country. Shortly afterwards we moved to Turkey and lived in Antakya in a rented apartment with mum and my three siblings Hadil, Ahmed and Lima. Although Hadil is two years older than me, I feel very responsible to my family. I like to draw and I like fashion design and my wish is to be a teacher when I grow up. I am at the end of secondary school and I am learning hard that I can continue my studies at the university. Mama does not work and we live on donations, but unfortunately not enough. I need hands that reach out to me, lift me up again and take responsibility off my shoulders. I will wait anxiously.