People gather at the Potsdamer Platz in Berlin, Germany, to call for more acceptance of Syrian refugees. Photo by Nour Nouralla
I was born in the oldest inhabited capital in the world, Damascus. For almost five years, I have watched my country being torn apart. What started as a peaceful revolution has turned into a violent civil war that has led to people fleeing the country and making their way to Europe — a dangerous trip, one that has resulted in the death of thousands of refugees in the last few years as they have tried to cross the Mediterranean.
For a long time, the world turned their head the other way when it came to Syrian refugees. But one day in early September, a photograph of toddler Aylan Kurdi’s lifeless body, washed ashore on a beach in Turkey, sparked international outrage. He was not the first child to die…
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