In 2014, the war in the Gaza Strip lasted for 50 days. Our home was no longer safe, so my family and I moved to a relative’s house. I was eight years old at the time and I felt very scared. To distract me from what was happening outside, my mother would bring me colouring pencils and encourage me to draw.
At first, scenes of war and the terrible things we witnessed were all that I drew. But as time went by I began to draw beautiful things, like flowers and children playing at the park. Drawing helped me to forget about fear. This is one of the first drawings I made and it represents the start of my artistic journey. Since then, I have entered several drawing competitions at my prep school. I hope I will be able to develop my drawing skills further and become a painter one day.