Nurturing the Seed of Infinite Potentialities in Every Child
Resilience is not just a word set upon us to raise hope, it is a testament to standing up against all the odds that lay beneath all the new layers of skin that bear the marks of the past.
To me, resilience means that even though we go through hardships that threaten our existence, we
Syrians lost many aspects of their lives: their homes, families, kids, and the life they spent years working on. It was robbed from them.
Resilience to me is picking up the same brick you did years ago, building new walls and memories, and welcoming new
Many children dream of being in a fairytale, like those they read in books. Syrian kids feel that glimmer of hope and that rush of love when they are welcomed into a land that is not theirs, and loved by those whom they would never have met otherwise. I firmly believe you go through things, so new bliss can be welcomed.
Syrian children who were ripped away from the soul of their land
find a way to overcome them because it's not the situation that defines us, but the principle. Whether it's from a storm or a pin that pokes our homes and slowly allows water to seep in, we eventually surrender to the waves, despite the countless efforts to mend the trouble.
family members that are not blood. To me, resilience means that despite the threat, you withstand the pressure and go along with it. What happens to us, does not define us but how we act and tolerate it does.
find trouble navigating their lives but continue to do so to create a better life for themselves and the generations after them as they continue to revive dead lands with their resilience. I, among millions of other Syrian kids worldwide, saw a serene land that we now call home.
That is what resilience means to me.
WAVES
OF HOPE
One Syrian youth refugee’s reflections on what resilience means to them.
My eyes were fixed on
the sky above and the dim stars. As my body became heavier and the waves slowly pull me in, unable to withstand the pressure, I give in.
I fell into deep depths for what seemed to be hours, days, or perhaps months.
I woke between unfamiliar faces and a home I did not recognize.
Imprinted faces ran through my mind, and I saw a glimmer in their eyes of hope and happiness.
By Sham Abozayed
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