I’ve just read the following post written by our friend Nour in Lebanon. Although young Yusuf had originally come to request a desk at the school, sadly Dal al Amarl are currently at full capacity. His name has been added to the waiting list however so hopefully his turn will come eventually. Meanwhile his family are in desperate need of food, blankets, heating oil and winter clothing.
Together might it be possible for us to raise £250 which would cover the basic cost of the most essential items?
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Yusuf’s eyes told stories far beyond his young years. He stood at our school gate today, clutching a small box of biscuits. His hands were too small for such a heavy burden, yet his gaze carried the weight of responsibility that no child should bear.
Born in a refugee camp, Yusuf has never known the comfort of a real home or the joy of carefree childhood days. Instead of classrooms filled with laughter and learning, his life revolves around dusty streets and endless sales pitches. “I don’t go to school,” he said, his voice steady, though his words sliced through the heart like a dagger. “I tour the streets and sell stuff.”
Yusuf spoke of his family’s tent, a fragile shelter against the harsh elements. “When it rains,” he said, “it pours on our heads.” The image of a family huddling together, cold and wet, under a roof that fails them every time the skies open up, is hard to shake. His clothes, torn and faded, whispered of years of hardship and neglect.
As he shared his story, I felt the weight of his reality sink into my soul. Writing about children like Yusuf often feels like shouting into a void. His story isn’t unique; it echoes through the lives of countless other refugees. Yet, even in the face of helplessness, his voice deserves to be heard. His pain deserves to be acknowledged.
Yusuf’s life is a testament to resilience in the face of unimaginable adversity. He reminds us why we must keep telling these stories, even when it feels like we’re powerless. Each narrative sheds light on a collective struggle, urging us to remember that behind every statistic is a child like Yusuf, carrying the weight of the world on his small shoulders
