I could never believe that at the age of 17 I learn what a real war is, when innocent people are deprived of everything they have, and the most significant thing is life. The whistle and roar of bombs will always haunt me, as will the memory of such a native and lovely city where I was born. This little girl (a copy of me as a child), I depicted here as a symbol of sorrow in the homeland. Here I buried my feelings.

P.S I painted this work with all my heart when I lost my homeland and home. I want to send the money that I will receive for this work to humanitarian aid to people who have lost their homes like me.