I cry.

When I want to cry, I think of you.

The news made me cry.

The teacher made me cry.

Cry our beloved country.

I should have cried then, but maybe today I am more resilient.

Every time I listen to this song, I cry.

I breathe, feel, cry, laugh, love and hate.

I can jump.

I can peel an apple.

How can I help you?

May I help you?

I don't believe it!

How do I forget her?

I could show you this animal.

Where can I buy silk?

When can I see you again?

I think maybe I can help.

How can I change that?

Where should I hide my shame?

Where can I buy a ticket?

I cannot accept your gift.

I didn't cry because of the occupation thing, I didn't cry because the teacher said that the whole Lebanese soil was occupied and that he was wrong, I did because it was the first time I felt like a stranger, a minority or an intruder!

Can I drive? Can I drive?

Why? Can I go away?

I can't get that song out of my head.

May I ask a couple of questions?

I can't tell you how much I love you.

Can I take some of the samples?

Where can I find a taxi?

I can have so much fun just playing by myself.

Can I use your pencil?

Switch on the light. I can't see anything.

I cannot tell him from his brother.

Now I can see that Syria is truly destroyed.

Now I can see that Syria is truly destroyed.

The sense of, you know, life could be better, I could join this I could be a perfect person, I could join this perfect world.

In Central America, a woman said about a microcredit project I cannot participate because I cannot stand the looks my neighbors give me.

This post is part of a special series of articles by blogger and activist Marcell Shehwaro, describing the realities of life in Syria during the ongoing armed conflict between forces loyal to the current regime, and those seeking to oust it. I should have cried. This is the only thing that goes through my head over and over again when I remember the little girl that was torn into pieces.

With public art, I could also make cut glass.

I can just divide numbers, that's like atom smashing.

I can't forget the day when I met him.

May I ask where are you going?

May I ask where are you going?

If you want, I can show you how to do that.