My parents lost a baby in the Gulf War because the hospital was attacked. After that, they fled Iraq to Libya, where we lived a relatively peaceful life until 2011, when everything turned upside down. One day it was a protest, the next it was the Arab Spring, then the sky started raining bombs. My school was shut down, there was no electricity, and we would often have to go and stay at a friend’s house because our area was a potential target for bombing.
Because Iraq was still unsafe, we had nowhere to go, and my parents started . . .