UNICEF supporters have protected 3000 Syrian refugee children from a deadly winter in Jordan.
Syrian refugee women are using their skills to help children survive winter.
Four years ago, Ramia Saidawi left Syria, with her husband and two girls, for a life of safety in New Zealand.
Children and their families are living in basic conditions, lacking warm clothes, blankets or heating.
Some Syrian families are attempting to live in relative normality, as fighting takes place down the road.
Within Syria, it is estimated more than six million people are displaced by conflict. Nearly 70 precent of the population lives in acute poverty.
After almost eight years of way, Syrian children are determined not to miss out on their education
Meet Ahmed and Harry.
Iman fled the war in Syria with her four children, but just when she thought they were safe – they faced a threat they couldn’t escape: winter
Syrian children have been fighting to survive war, hunger, poverty and disease. But now they are fighting to survive the cold.
Eight-year-old Bassam and his family have been running from war for five years, only to have it chase them every step of the way
Syrian children have suffered through seven years of horrific war. With no end in sight, they need help now more than ever.
As the world shifts its attention to the thousands of families fleeing war torn Syria, I feel obligated to write about the few who have returned.
11-year-old Sabah has seen things no child should see. But even being confronted with violence on almost a daily basis, going back to school was her dream.
As violence escalates in the Syrian region of Raqqa, families have been fleeing their homes to poorly equipped temporary shelters and camps.
Schools are helping Syrian children overcome the horrors they’ve experienced. But freezing classrooms are driving countless children away from learning.
Syrian children have already been through so much. And now as a deadly winter looms, children face snow storms and the freezing cold.
Abdullah rubs the stem of a flying dragonfly toy between his palms, as if for warmth, and gasps with delight as friction shoots the colourful propellor...