Mohammad Oqla, Syria

Short story about coexistence

Meet my five daughters, who coexist in our little world at Zaatari refugee camp. My oldest daughter’s name is Shahd, she irrigates the flowers in the garden, while my second daughter, A’ahed fills the water for cleaning. My third daughter, Wa’aed, takes care of her youngest sister, Farah, who loves to laugh and waits for her sisters to play with her. My forth daughter is Marah, she loves to watch and bother her sisters while they do their housework.

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