Intro
Where do our dreams go? Where do they vanish?


When I was told I was pregnant I was shocked and I started crying. It is an indescribable feeling.

I travelled more than 100 kilometers.

I’m eight months’ pregnant and there’s no food

I’m struggling every day to keep my three sick children alive amid displacement, famine, and the total collapse of medical care.

My children need a future. They need education.

Now I feel stronger, I’m your mother despite everything.





I was raped when I was 18 and became pregnant.

I live in constant fear.

I can’t sleep at night

No one choose to be raped

I still have the scars on my body.

Fortunately I had the strength to escape.

I need to heal.

I’m a survivor







Suddenly, there was such a heavy shelling/

A stray bullet hit my hand

I saw people killed in front of my eyes.

I had to flee my country.

I crossed the sea with my 3 children.

I don’t want to go back

I embody the quiet revolution of turning survival into strength — and strength into solidarity.