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They are confronted with physical harm, violence, danger, exploitation, fear and loss.
I keep my memories alive by making Lebanese dishes like hummus chick pea dip and tabouli salad and majadera lentils and rice. Perpetua Neo, DClinPsy 15 hours ago. But in every war zone, there are brave local individuals and organisations working to stop the root causes of conflict, and support children who have had their lives touched or destroyed by violence. Years later, I've connected with my extended family through Facebook, and have observed how much fun and happiness they managed to have despite the turmoil. With a positive outlook, children and young people can shape their own futures and contribute to a peaceful future for their communities. Email Created with Sketch.
Many children are forced to flee. Some witness the death of loved ones. Some are forced to pull the trigger themselves. Communities are ripped apart and can no longer provide a secure environment for children.
Adults are busy surviving, parents have little time for their children. Schools and playgrounds are damaged or taken over by armed groups.
Loss of trust As a consequence of conflict, children and young people can lose their confidence, their trust in others and their trust in the future. They often become anxious, depressed and withdrawn, or rebellious and aggressive. Protective environment Growing up in a protective environment is essential for children and young people to develop to their full potential. They can play and have fun together, learn and develop. Appreciating the small things.

As long as I can remember, electricity was a luxury growing up. Sometimes we got it 2 to 4 hours a day, sometimes every other day. I remember studying my Arabic poetry one night, relying on candlelights. Electricity was not meant to come back until the next day, and suddenly the whole apartment lit up.
I still recall vividly this moment as one of the happiest of my childhood. When you are born in war, you do not know any better. So you learn to enjoy the little moments of your life, because to you they are significant. In some way you still experience joy and happiness, just like a child who is grown up in a safe heavenly place like Santa Barbara. Hyper sensitivity to the mundane. In the morning, my mom left me at my grand mother, to go buy us bread.
A little bit later, bombs started falling from everywhere, and my grand mother and grand father took me to the shelters.
I spent hours under the stairs, hours that felt like eternity, crying and waiting for my mother to return. I thought she died.
It was a moment of terror that stuck with me. I realize it is irrational, and in the therapy work I do, I am learning to feel safe again. When you grow up during the war, simple events may trigger you intensely. In my case, I get fearful when someone is late, and I tend to assume the worse. This can be helpful for an entrepreneurial career, but eventually it gets exhausting because your body is living in fight or flight, secreting adrenaline and eventually exhausting you.
Creativity as a byproduct of terror. We were in the shelters, and I remember feeling claustrophobic after multiple days of waiting.
The bombs did not stop and there was not even any concert on the beach, let alone a kids one. But I lived in my fantasy world, although I knew deep inside the only concert out there is one of dead bodies. When you grow up in violence, you often rely on your imagination to survive, in turn it develops your creativity. In my case, I can see how my imagination has lead me to places I was not destined for, wether it is moving to California from Lebanon, becoming a writer, starting an atypical company. On the flip side, sometimes I get caught up in fantasy, and miss the real person in front of me, or the truth about a situation.

A different kind of unsafe. It was at dawn and I woke up to a loud noise that was familiar and unexpected: They were both fast asleep, and told me to go back to bed.
In Lebanon, we don't talk about the 30 year civil war and subsequent mini wars we had. And yet when I moved to the USA, I had to tell my story. I grew up in Lebanon in the s during the civil war. At the peak of the war, when I was 11, schools and homes were being bombed and.
I was angry because I did not want to settle for such a life, I wanted to grow up in peace.