Maya [name changed to preserve anonymity], a Syrian refugee in northeast Lebanon, holds a dove she tends to in her family's tent in Arsal.

The journey into Lebanon is etched in the memories of those like 21-year-old Maya, whose harrowing escape is a testament to the horrors endured. "We arrived at night, under constant shelling," she recalls, the trauma of that fateful journey still raw. “We arrived in Lebanon at night in a car. Many of the wounded were with us, some had undergone surgery, and others had lost their legs. The scenes were terrifying. Most of us were children. My sister and I were placed in a car with wounded people. One of the wounded was my uncle, covered in his blood, with his wounds exposed, his eye gouged out, and his leg amputated. This scene will never be erased from my memory.”