I've never titled a photo before, but this is "From Syria with love".
This is Sedra, she's a refugee from Syria. She carried with her a blissful ignorance that was immensely heavy. Watching her pick these flowers was initially uplifting – it was innocent and pure, representative of the childhood of any young girl. But then things changed, and the path of her life hit me really hard. It's far from innocent and pure. I felt a shift in the atmosphere, and the poppy field turned cold, what once was a playground is now a cardboard box. I saw it as a stark juxtaposition between what Sedra's life should be and what it currently is.
Luckily Sedra is much stronger than I am. She had an undying look of hope and bravery behind her eyes, one that isn't often found in these conditions, and one that not even the harshness of war and suffering can reach.