They called me Abdullah. When I was three years old, I was surprised that it was more difficult than I expected. My father is gone. I came into this world on June 1, 2014 with my father's voice and he left in 2017 because of the bombing, I did not say goodbye to him. The city of Tal Abyad in Raqqa was my birthplace. I will stay there to learn, to grow up and to leave my mark in this big world, so that my father can be proud of me everywhere. Because his happiness makes me happy.