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She Lost her left hand and right foot
her brother and her sister was Martyred , her mother was hit 
She has Martyred after four days of Suffering
Martyred child Nour Mezied of Beit Sahm town in damascus countryside
She was killed by criminal Bashar Al Assad

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She Lost her left hand and right foot

her brother and her sister was Martyred , her mother was hit 

She has Martyred after four days of Suffering

Martyred child Nour Mezied of Beit Sahm town in damascus countryside

She was killed by criminal Bashar Al Assad

Save the rest of the kids Syria


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What a Cruelty , Death of Sons , The Father Dies Although He Still Alive 

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What a Cruelty , Death of Sons , The Father Dies Although He Still Alive 


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I still love you .. till Death .. till Immortality

by http://www.syrian-martyrs.com/

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I still love you .. till Death .. till Immortality

by http://www.syrian-martyrs.com/

asyrianrose:

Continued …

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My heart dropped and I ran for the door. “My bag!” I remembered it behind the counter. I dashed over and grabbed it. I ran back for the door and stopped again. I looked back to the door the man had disappeared out of."who was that guy?" I thought to myself. I shook him from my mind and ran back to the house. I pushed the bolder out of the way and sped into the house. Slamming and locking the door behind me. I frantically started searching the house.  “Sarah! Amir!” I called but neither of them answered. “Sarah, say something!” I jumped over the broken furniture and bolted upstairs. “Sarah! Amir!” I called again. Checking their rooms. “Where are you!”

I ran through every room in the house calling for my brother and sister. I ran back down stairs and into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks. 
"Hey Fahad!" My sister said excitedly. "This is our new friend, Rashed." The man was holding my sister, and Amir was placed on the table in front of him. "What do you want?" I asked while trying to keep my composure. He placed Sarah on the floor and walked to the door way where I was frozen. It was the man from the store. "How did you get in here?" my voiced cracked. 
"You are the son of Khaled." He said softly. "Which means, you are the son of a very important man." I finally got the feeling in my legs back and shuffled backwards. "what does it matter to you?" He took a step back and took off the cloth that was covering his face. He handed it to my brother. It was the first time i had seen him take his thumb out of his mouth in months. 
"My name is Rashed. I am the brother of your father. I haven’t seen you since you were just walking." He explained. "wait," i said. "If you are my fathers brother, where have you been all these years? How come you never came around like all my other aunts and uncles?" He chuckled. "Your father and I didn’t get along so well while you were growing up." He walked back over the table and sat down. "While your father was busy taking care of his family, You and your mother, He left me to run a business we started together. I wasn’t so happy about it and we always butt heads when we saw eachother. Even a phone call was insulting to your father." He pulled out a chair and offered me to sit. I grabbed the bad from the door and took a seat at the table. My Sister dove right in to my back pack. "So thats how you knew where I lived?" I asked. "Not at first, but when you told me you were from Halab, you couldn’t stay still. I knew you were lying. Then when you told me who your father was, of course i knew where you lived." He grinned.

Suddenly, we heard gun shots from the road. “Lets head upstairs.” Rashed suggested. I grabbed my brother and sister and he grabbed the bag of what i gathered from the store, as well as his gun. We rushed up stairs and got comfortable in my parents old room.

"You know hes gone right?" I asked. He looked out the window and then to my little brother. "You guys are the spitting image of your dad. He would be very proud of you, Fahad." He smiled and looked back at me. "Word got around eventually. I thought you were gone too, But i had no idea about these two." he said while lifting my sister in the air. I smiled and laid my brother on the bed. "Time for bed, Guys." "Aweeeee" my sister sighed. Rashed set her down and she bounced next to my brother. I tossed the blanket over them and they said Al Fatiha. I sat on the bench at the end of the bed looking out the window at the stars. My uncle sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. " I wish I got to say Goodbye too.” I looked down and saw my moms favorite shirt. I reached over. picked it up and brought it to my sister. She cuddled it immediately. “Thank you, Fahad.” She said gratefully and rolled over to sleep. I joined my uncle back on the bench. “They miss her.” I stated sadly while i gazed out the window again. He patted my head and sighed. “She knows, buddy.” I looked at him with a appreciative glance. He moved to the floor and placed a shoe under his head. I ran to the bed and grabbed an extra pillow. “Here. You don’t have to use a shoe.” He looked up at me and took the pillow with a smile. “Thanks Bud.” He said while he repositioning himself. I laid back on the bench and looked out the window one more time. and i smiled, closed my eyes, and whispered, “Thanks mom and dad.” 

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asyrianrose:

Have you ever felt like the world was ending? Like everything around you was was falling apart? Its been two years since my mother and father died, when a missile hit our home in Idlib. My little sister, Sarah, cried for weeks and my baby brother , Amir, still had no idea what was happening. Me? I was forced to be a care giver to them, for I am only 12. But this nightmare has only just begun.

    “Fahad, I’m Hungry!” Sarah whimpered. “Amir ate the last of the bread!” I looked over at my baby brother, who was wide eyed and sucking his thumb. I reached out my hand and he placed a small piece of bread in my palm. I offered it to Sarah. 
"Here, there is still a little more."
 ”Ewww!” Sarah exclaimed, “There’s slobber all over it!”
"There is nothing wrong with it. He’s just a baby. It’s not like he has cooties or anything." I tried to convince her the piece was okay to eat.  "Baby or not! I don’t want to eat spit, Fahad!" I huffed with annoyance and handed the crumbs back to Amir. "I will run to market and see what i can find. Stay here!" I warned them. The market was only across the street and a few shops down. I grabbed my empty back pack, threw it over my shoulder and closed the door behind me. I pushed a large rock against the outside of the door, just in case.

       I ran toward the demolished store, while ducking and hiding behind destroyed cars left in the street. I finally reached the market and dove behind the counter. I opened my bad and started filling it with any food I could find.

While piling anything and everything I felt would be necessary into my bookbag, I heard a Thud and footsteps from the back room. I immediately stopped and held my breath. My back was pushed up against the counter. I was silent, and still. My heart was racing about 100 miles per hour and tears filled my eyes. I heard the footsteps gets closer and closer. The closer they got, the faster my heart raced. Suddenly, They stopped. Just on the other side of the counter where I was hiding. I closed my eyes and whispered, “I did my best for you, Baba, and I washed behind their ears like you said, Mama.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks and i took a deep breath.

"Come Out, and don’t do anything stupid!" A voice demanded. I was caught. I stood up as slow as i could and dropped my bag. "Please, Sir. I am just trying to—" "Be quiet!" he yelled. His gun on me and face covered. He pointed his gun to the corner. "Go." He ordered. I gently stepped over rubble and backed into the corner. His gun still on me. I was terrified and shaken. "Where are you from?" He asked. I looked to my house, but i wasn’t going to give up the only place my siblings were safe at. "Halab." I said. He gave me a blank stare. "How did you get here in Idlib?" I panicked and wasn’t prepared to answer how I got here. " I was separated from my family. We were heading to Jordan." He slowly walked up to me and gazed into my eyes. My breathing got deeper and I turned cold.  "You know, I don’t like being lied to." He said frustratedly. He put his gun on my head and loaded it. I closed my eyes and thought about my brother and sister. "Who is your family?" He screamed. "I am the son of Khaled Almasre!" I blurted out. The man relaxed his weapon. "What did you just say?" he looked bewildered. "Khalid?" I didn’t answer. I just looked right into his eyes. The man stepped back and just stared at me. I was still breathing heavy and staring back.

" Rashed!" We heard someone calling from a few shops over. "Rashed! Where are you?" He looked outside and back at me. He slowly started backing out. He looked at the door again and skipped to it. He stopped in the door way and looked back at me again. " I can’t believe you’re still alive." He said thankfully and his breathing deepened like he was in shock. He turned around and ran out of sight.

                To Be Continued….

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- Dyfah M. Alsaadi - A story about a 12 year old boy, Fahad, who’s parents were killed in Idlib, Syria during the night and is forced to become the grown up and take care of his little sister, Sarah, and his baby brother, Amir, while fighting for survival in a war between rebels and the Assad regime.
by : http://asyrianrose.tumblr.com/
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- Dyfah M. Alsaadi - A story about a 12 year old boy, Fahad, who’s parents were killed in Idlib, Syria during the night and is forced to become the grown up and take care of his little sister, Sarah, and his baby brother, Amir, while fighting for survival in a war between rebels and the Assad regime.

by : http://asyrianrose.tumblr.com/

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My name is Mustafa and I’m 13 years old. I’m from Aleppo, Syria. Instead of going to school, I have to sell biscuits to help support my family. Life is quite hard here in Syria. Bashar Al-Assad has been killing my people and destroying my city with barrel bombs and shells for long months now. But I…”

Mustafa didn’t have the chance to tell his story. On May 30, 2014, he was killed with some twenty civilians by one of Assad’s barrels.

by المجلس المحلي لمدينة داريا-Local Council of Daraya City


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These are some of the detainees in Assad’s prisons! Just look! It’s unbelievable! Women and children!! and yet Russia and China veto any resolution against him!

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These are some of the detainees in Assad’s prisons! Just look! It’s unbelievable! Women and children!! and yet Russia and China veto any resolution against him!

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Not only Humans , But Even animals have not secured from Bashar al-Assad’s criminality regime , They are shelling and killing Everything Alive .


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Let me tell you something about what I have seen in a hell-like day, a day that for me it looks endless. It was the day of the chemical Massacre committed by Assad Regime. In one hour more than 600 children were killed. I entered a room in which martyrs were shrouded, I saw this child. I couldn’t believe that he was killed by Sarin Gas, . With tears in my eyes I gazed at him. He looked as if he were sleeping peacefully. I kissed his soft face. It was cold. Again it seemed to me as if he were sleeping. I loved him. I wished I had known him before. I wished I had played or talked with him before. I wished I could hear him laughing. He was about to be buried. I could not believe what was going on. I was about to be mad. He was shrouded with a black shroud. I shouted, why not a white one? Someone replied, we do not have white shrouds any more. It was not only the white shroud that we lack but it is the Humanity, we have no humanity in this World . 

by Yousef Albostany

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Let me tell you something about what I have seen in a hell-like day, a day that for me it looks endless. It was the day of the chemical Massacre committed by Assad Regime. In one hour more than 600 children were killed. I entered a room in which martyrs were shrouded, I saw this child. I couldn’t believe that he was killed by Sarin Gas, . With tears in my eyes I gazed at him. He looked as if he were sleeping peacefully. I kissed his soft face. It was cold. Again it seemed to me as if he were sleeping. I loved him. I wished I had known him before. I wished I had played or talked with him before. I wished I could hear him laughing. He was about to be buried. I could not believe what was going on. I was about to be mad. He was shrouded with a black shroud. I shouted, why not a white one? Someone replied, we do not have white shrouds any more. It was not only the white shroud that we lack but it is the Humanity, we have no humanity in this World . 

by Yousef Albostany