Her book, "Myriam's Diary," is only available in French at the moment, but one day may be translated into English.
"We're no longer afraid of bombs falling on our heads," Myriam said in an interview with AFP in June. "I'm getting my childhood back, starting to play again with the neighbors' children."
Now temporarily in France, Myriam dreams of returning to Aleppo as a peaceful city. "It's nice, because I'm living again, but I don't want to forget," she told the AFP. "I even fell asleep last night over my notebook."
By December 2016, jihadist fighters surrendered Aleppo and Myriam's family had just started to rebuild their lives before fighting renewed and they were forced to flee again.
next slide will load in 15 secondsSkip AdSkip Ad"It's there for the first time that I understood what war meant. The war was my childhood left among the ruins."
"I no longer recognize Aleppo when I walk down the street," Myriam wrote in March 2015. "We pass roadblocks, people with arms."
Before Myriam's 10th birthday, everything started coming all at once: strikes, food and water shortages, blockades. "I can't fall asleep," she wrote in 2012. "I counted: Since I went to bed, there were 10 bombs."
"My parents gave us sugar, saying it would help us be less afraid ... but I found it didn't change anything for me!"
"The missiles frightened me the most. One evening, I was going to bed when the sky turned red with a deafening noise. A missile had fallen in the street next to ours," Myriam wrote. At the time, her parents had fled to another part of the city.
next slide will load in 15 secondsSkip AdSkip Ad"In the street I saw a man with a bushy beard wearing a black djellaba [robe], a gun in his hand. I was very afraid. We walked a long time to get to a safer area."
In March 2013, jihadist fighters stormed Myriam's home and forced her family to leave. "I rushed to put my books in my backpack. I love books, I can't do without them," she wrote. "I put on two anoraks, one on top of the other, to protect myself from stray bullets."
"Aleppo was a paradise, it was our paradise," Myriam wrote about the city that has become the center of battles between government forces, rebel groups, and jihadist fighters since 2012.
"I was so afraid I wanted to throw up. I hugged my doll tight, saying 'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here with you.'"
"I woke up one morning to the sound of things breaking, people shouting 'Allahu Akbar'," the phrase for "God is greatest" in Arabic, Myriam wrote in her diary at the start of the war.