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Our Long Story in Syria

Our Long Story in Syria, Our Long Story in Syria
Our Long Story in Syria, Our Long Story in Syria
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Hasan Moussa, 21, from Idlib in Syria and currently lives on Syria-Turkey boarders, tells us his long story.

When I graduated high school, I was moving between Idlib and Aleppo.

I’ve dreamt of studying at the Faculty of Information and Programming Engineering since my childhood. I made that dream a reality but when the revolution began, I sacrificed my dream.

The story began when I first saw orphans crying and mothers grieving. My story began when I witnessed suffering that we had only seen in movies and dramas.

The great exodus of Syrians began as they tried to escape the flames with their children and their dreams.

Some of my friends and I got together and started volunteering to help displaced people in the northern provinces up to the Turkish border. We wanted to help ease the pain of those who felt the bitterness of loss, displacement and homelessness. But there weren’t many volunteers because everyone is afraid of getting arrested and beaten by the regime security forces.

I put everything I could into helping these people, and now I live on the Syrian-Turkish border, away from my family without any time to take care of myself or do my own things.

Our Long Story in Syria, Our Long Story in Syria

I always hope to see my parents at the border, but it’s tough to cross the border and the work doesn’t make it easy. My brothers aren’t in a safe situation either, and they have to worry about constant shelling.

Now I’m working in a charity organization with greater resources, and I do a lot of different tasks including relief work documentation.

The documentation starts by pictures with our mobile phones to show the suffering of the people. The next step is to work on helping them and getting tangible results in cooperation with different organizations and associations.


Now I’m doing what I want—meeting the people suffering and feeling pain.

When I meet with the wounded I understand their pain because six of my brothers have been seriously injured. When I see the displaced, I remember my house to which I can never return.

I don’t want to only experience peoples’ pain without doing anything. So that’s why I work in humanitarian aid. I provide food and medicine and help to build schools for kids whose schools had been bombed. I also work on psychological support.

Helping people to relieve their pain and see a smile on their faces brightens up this dark world and our dark nights.

Our Long Story in Syria, Our Long Story in Syria

In collaboration witht he Human Of Syria


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