I am the “girl with the green sweater “ whose house was destroyed by the earthquake. my memories buried under a pile of stones… The

I am “the mother with the green sweater” who struggled and grew tired to find a safe shelter for my family far from the war,

I am the old woman with the green sweater, whose hope for stability wanes time and time again while her life wanes… My house was

I am “young woman with the green sweater “, who was tired while searching for my identity, which was lost under the rubble of war

We are “the Syrian people with the green sweaters “in the camps, which have become safe, after our struggle for more than 12 years to

I am “woman with the green sweater “the one who is on the first lines of the disaster with my colleagues, in order to support

I am “girl with the green sweater “. I have my disability caused by the war, and it is the same one that prevented me