“What I saw was truly terrifying,” she remembers. “Many of my friends were injured and people were dead. One of my friends died in front of me and I saw the blood.”
That afternoon her neighbour’s house was bombed and destroyed. Rasha didn’t feel safe – all that was left of her school was a pile of rubble. Her neighbour’s house was gone. Would her home be next?
“I didn’t want to leave,” Rasha says, “I didn’t want to say goodbye to my brother”. But she had to.
Her parents took her to Jordan, where another of her brothers lived and helped them find a place to stay. Rasha had escaped the war in Syria, but what she’d seen stayed with her.
She was so deeply traumatised by seeing her friends injured and killed that she did not leave the flat in Jordan for a year.
“I used to listen to the aeroplanes and get really scared. I couldn’t even open the windows.”