“I was a princess, I had a neighbourhood, a street and an address. And now all I have become is a number”

I had before a beautiful village and a big city.

I had before a garden, flowers and many friends around.

I was a princess, I had a neighbourhood, a street and an address.

And now all I have become is a number.

They stole my values and gave me a number.

A code on the door of the camp and numbers for the tents.

Where are my rights without the number?

Where is my childhood, where is my education?

Bring me back home and I swear I will leave my number as a gift for you.

Sheymaa has been in Lebanon for four and a half years. She says that sometimes she feels angry with countries who are not doing more to stop the violence, “because what is the guilt of the children who are dying?” She does not go to school but says that the Young Journalists’ Club has helped her to talk more about her feelings and what she is going through.