My time is limited so I will write this quickly. I go by the name Iman Assadi, which means to believe; or more precisely, faith, in Arabic. I have one older sister named Li, and a two younger twin brothers- Saad and Mahdi. My mother’s name is Amira, and my father’s Ammar. For nearly 16 years, I lived by the border of Syria, in a city called Manbij which rests near Turkey. In 2014, The Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant took over the city. My city has become known as a trading hub of looted artifacts. It is also a major draw for fresh recruits for ISIL. We lived a life of fear; Warplanes bombed targets very close to my city, and there were many public. I have heard that it is even worse for people outside of my city. News of war crimes committed by ISIL have reached my city. Nearly 75 children have been executed by ISIL for refusing to fast. Bashar Assad had unleashed bombs on civilians in Northern Syrian villages nearly eight times. These factors and the public execution we watched of a woman who violated the dress code was enough to persuade my father that we needed to leave immediately. …show more content…
All of us agreed we had to leave. Were prepared to die to get out. Too many factors were pushing us to leave and there was nothing for us in Syria. The war was showing no signs of stopping and the economy was in a state of collapse. There was not enough international aid to help my family, and my siblings and I have gone too long without education. Reports came in that the war killed nearly 220,000