One autumn day, a boy with dark eyes and olive-skin came to Sabine Small Group Home. He was from Artsakh, from a mountain village that he had lost because of the war. He was always sad, aggressive, and scared, constantly trying to run away in a frantic manner— wherever his eyes would lead him. The child was in severe psychological distress… We embraced this clever, playful with dark eyes and held his warm, soft little hand tightly: a hand left open because of war and family hardships. We loved him very much. He was happy. He found happiness in a simple hug …  

The supporters of the project “To contribute to the establishment of inclusive and relevant quality education for all in Armenia” not only actively participate in various events organized, but also share their knowledge, experience, and inner world changes with other students. Under the title “My Success Story,” we will present the emotions and experiences of like-minded people on how inclusion has become a way of life. Below, we present Mary’s success story.   Success stories have the power to inspire, motivate, and bring out the best in each of us. It is often said that success leaves its mark,

At Lilit Kindergarten, nestled in the heart of Gyumri, Armenia, is focused on nurturing not just young minds, but young bodies as well. Serving 95 children, Lilit is one of 24 kindergartens operating in this northern region, where resources may be scarce, but the commitment to children’s well-being is abundant. Ashken, a mother of three, speaks with heartfelt gratitude about the positive changes she’s seen since her youngest, Arsen, began attending Lilit. Like many parents, she was initially concerned about how a modest preschool could provide a child with the proper nutrition.

Mother Teresa I will look at the stars again… Hello, I’m Gohar, I am sixteen years old. I was eight years old when I lost my father. My mother got married again. I think  my childhood pretty much ended then, too.  My days were sad and dreary. The sky became dark, the sun was no longer smiling. I wasn’t looking at the stars anymore… I’m tired of remembering, I’m tired of trying to forget. Pain was born in my heart and would not die. With all his hatred for me, my stepfather wanted to erase my memory,

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