Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 8
For every family with many siblings, there is always a child who steals your heart with their light spirit, wit, and an adorable presence that everybody seems to love.
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 7
Yasmine here… miraculously spared by the angel of death after the shelling of the past few days, next to which we had never seen before.
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 6
sole night spent at the hospital was enough to realize that dying under the rubble of our home was much easier than staying only for a few hours at the hospital. The plan was to head to the hospital on foot as a first stop so we can find some cars to take us to the supposedly safe south.
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 5
I have an 11-year-old son. He is my eldest boy. He loves me very much and wants nothing more in life than to be like me. Rowdy-dowdy and fun-loving, just like me! He even mimics my humorous style and watches how I make his mother laugh.
Life in the Heart of Death: A Series on the Experiences of Mental Health Professionals under Attack – Story 4
This war is not like any
previous war, at least not for me. Wars and aggressions are typical for us. Never did we know peace or security. In the thirty years of my life, I was always known for my strength and tenacity in difficult times. I was always the wise and dependable one in the family, especially caring for my ill mother. But this time is not like every other time.