If it was your son you would fill the sea with ships all by the millions acting as a bridge to get it through. But don’t worry, He’s just a child of lost humanity, of dirty humanity, which makes no noise. He is not your son. Sleep peacefully, it’s not yours…

Seasons of Hope: A Call to Support Syrian Children in Idlib
Every year, we eagerly anticipate the changing seasons, each bringing its own unique charm and beauty. Spring’s gentle warmth, the scorching sun of summer, the