I'm Qamar, born on 1/6/2014 in Aleppo. My home was made of thin fabric, it was a tent. I hadn't felt comfortable there and this was the case for everyone, waiting for God's mercy. In 2017, the camp burned down while I was sleeping. I was luckily rescued by my father, but my body was completely burned. I couldn't touch it or even stop crying from the pain I felt. After that, I was hospitalized in Turkey, where I stayed for some years. Yet I'm afraid of anything that might hurt my wrinkled skin. Somehow I look old, although I'm still a child. In 2019, my treatment was done and my family decided to go back to the camp. In that year, we lost contact with my father and couldn't know anything about him. That's why we stayed in Turkey in a small, rented room with rotting walls. Eight people live in such a place, where no one could feel comfortable. I got nervous as I'm afraid to look in the mirror. I express my pain and feelings in drawing, and I paint myself the way I always wanted. In 2020, we were informed that my father passed away. My father who saved me from death. I wish I could hug him and live happily with all of my family in a beautiful house.