Syrian refugees

In today's class, we talked about our last classwork first, and then watched a video.
This video was about a girl who is Syrian refugee. The life of her was changed sharply by the war, and she turned into pessimistic and gloomy from happy and vivacious. In video, the difference between her two birthdays (before and after the war) made me feel so sad: only her mom sang the birthday song for her instead of many people, and she could not help crying.
I thought the girl, and the children who are like her are so poor, and we needed to help them. All of us had our family, our friends, had our own good life before, but now they lost them and experienced so many dreadful things. The difference between us  just is living in different places, I thought maybe one day the things happened to them also would happen to us. If it would be true, I could not imagine if no one help me, it would be hopeless. Therefore, I thought we should help them, help people who are in trouble.
I thought the government could take in some refugees, only some, but some for many countries (not all because the culture, language or condition of some countries were not good for Syrians to live). But I knew that some countries or states refused to do that because of Paris attack. This also could be understood, we could not disprove that taking in refugees would increase the risk of attack. All in all, I still hoped there would be more and more people helped Syrian refugees, and more and more countries would like to offer them a safe place to live.