Yara chose the word فرحة, which means “happiness” in arabic. Yara and I met a year and a half ago as she lives on the same street as I here in the refugee camp. Yara and her family are always inviting me for food and making lemonade for me. And Yara definitely stands for happiness on this street! I could have guessed she was going to choose this word!
Last time I was here she chose the word “my mother” because her mother was ill and she wanted the wall to be a surprise for her. This year her mum’s a lot better and Yara smile is an even bigger one!