Personal Account from Syria's Refugees: Remembering What Compassion and Warmth Feel Like


More than three years after the start of the Syrian war, the humanitarian plight of more than 6 million people displaced inside Syria and the 2.8 million refugees scattered in the region is growing more dismal by the day. Malaz and his family were some of the first people to reside in Azraq camp around six months ago, when the camp had just opened. This is his story: 

"The most beautiful thing I can start with is to thank God and ask him to send his blessings to the prophet Mohamed. Then I would like to tell you about my home country Syria. Should I start with how beautiful Syria is? How green it is? How we can harvest the best fruits, flowers and tulips? Or should I talk about how fresh the air in Syria is? 
We used to sing and dance to the most beautiful music and poetry. But then, one day, everything changed. Pain, misery, tears, and humiliation entered our good lives. Around us people were killed and our beautiful houses were damaged or destroyed. We saw dead bodies of children lying under the rubble. Their toys were scattered around as if they were there to witness the horror. 
Oh God! How many innocent people were killed? How many old people were humiliated? How many hearts of mothers were broken when they saw their children being detained, tied with chains or dragged around as if they were animals? Please rescue us! Save the Arab dream that we used to dream together. Rescue our mother Syria and the mothers and children of this world.
Azraq Camp was like a rescue boat for us. It took us away from all the fear, damage, hunger and cold and made us remember what warmth and compassion feel like. We feel secure again. We see the sun shining as if it wants to lighten up our lives. We see the moon as if it is light coming from far away to guide us through these difficult times full of darkness. 
We wish to go back to our country. We want happiness and contentment to fill the hearts of us children again. We sincerely thank you, people of pride and dignity."
Written by Malaz, 15