When I first began my journey in media, my dream was for my voice—and the voice of my homeland—to reach the world. But when the war broke out, that hope seemed to vanish, and countless obstacles stood in my way.
Training became the spark of a new beginning that allowed me to step into journalism. When I speak about my experience, I don’t speak of “just a course,” but of a training that helped me overcome my fears, gave me the courage to start, and made me believe that my voice truly could reach the world.
The training helped me break through barriers of fear and hesitation. I learned how to shape my thoughts with awareness and credibility, how to capture photos and videos from different angles, and how to verify information and sources before publishing.
I discovered that writing is not merely a hobby—it is a tool, a voice for influence and change.
After the training, I wrote a report titled: “Newborns Empty Stomachs Growl louder than Israeli Bombing in Gaza.” I did not write about hunger alone, but about mothers who turn stale bread into liquid to feed their children, about indescribable suffering where silencing a child’s hunger cries becomes the ultimate goal—even if the cost is their health.
I also contributed to a report on the conditions of displaced women in makeshift bathrooms, where lack of privacy stripped them of dignity—women who hide from the stares of others, and search for a bar of soap as if it were a lost treasure.
