Hope in Grandma

The people which I met today have witnessed many attacks on their home, their families, friends, neighbours. They had to run away. Leave everything they had and run away to survive. But do you know what’s good? These people are full of true love for each other and for the people who help them. They are grateful. And they have hope to come back to their home someday, to Syria…

On the way to the camp – by War Child Jordan

I had no expectations. But there was one thing—I wanted to know the refugees’ point of view, to know how can I help them. If it’s possible, how may I?!

I don’t know what they expect from me, what they think about my visit—especially the kids in kindergarten and the family I visit.
The first feeling that I had, when we came to the camp, was surprise that the camp looks quite good, considering the place in which it was created. The second feeling that I had was safety. Yes, I felt safe there. The third feeling during the trip to District 12 (part of the camp) was confusion—that I came here only to see a part of life in the camp and after that I’ll go to the place where I have a running water, electricity and all of my family.

I had to reconcile my feelings. I had to realize what my role is here, and that I can’t change anything during this visit. The only thing I can do for the people I meet in the camp is talk about what I saw, so others will understand.

Introduction by War Child to the situation in the refugee camp – by War Child Jordan

I saw embarrassment in the eyes of the refugees. In my head I had only one thought: “How can I help you?! What can I do to be better…?” Damn it! I thought, probably not much…
About two hours later my doubts were resolved when (during a home visit), I was feeling so good. (Hmm…it may sound strange) I was feeling like my own home.

Home visit – by War Child Jordan

I saw the honesty in the family’s eyes. I also saw the sadness, that they didn’t want to show us. I felt that their history about escape from Syria is in line with reality. When they were telling us about the escape from Syria, they were very generous. There was one important comment from the father, that here they feel at home, because now and here, this is their home. The whole family is together…they are safe. They know that they are refuges, this is not their land, but on the other hand they also know that the Jordanian people do so much for them.

During the visit I had a few moments of deep sorrow and grief. It’s really hard to stop the tears, when you see that after all, these people have a lot of love. They know that they are together, they know that they trust each other and they don’t complain. They have hope, that one day they would go back to their homeland in Syria.

I would like to present to you the grandmother – the oldest woman in this family. I don’t know why, but I put all my attention on her. Her attitude is admirable; a woman who holds incredible respect among the whole family, full of energy and goodness in one person! And this smile! Honest and endearing!

Grandma’s hospitality – by War Child Jordan

Looking at her, I saw a woman who has much wisdom and experience in life and reflection, for she and her family had to escape from their own country. Because of her, the family is together here. She keeps the whole family in one place. I can say that she is grounded and knows what she wants. She wants the family to be together, no matter what happens.

Grandma knows that our visit will not solve all their problems, but she tries to show us their point of view in such a way that we understand them. Believe it or not, but sometimes you may feel like you’ve made real contact with another person, that you understand without words. I only ever had one such feeling in myself, until Grandma entered the room. This was the second time! I think Grandma felt it too. Finally, she decided to personally hug me.

Thanks to Grandma, I found the answer to a question that was in my head all day. When I come home, I will speak about this family. I’ll tell my family, friends, colleagues. Maybe they will understand me and maybe they will understand refugees.

I do!

Thank you, Grandma!

With my third Grandmother – by War Child Jordan