Voice: Our Hearts Belong to Syria
On one of our trips to Al Khaliddeyeh, we went to deliver a washing machine to a woman living there with her family. We could not leave before listening to some of her stories about Syria, her family, her concerns and her hopes…
A total of 10 people made up this family who came from Homs. They were left with no other option but to escape the violence in their city to Jordan. Their house is made up of three main rooms; one daughter occupies one room with her husband and a 2-year old son. The second room is for the boys and men and the last room is occupied by the mother along with her daughters.
Needless to say, this family did not have many possessions. The neighbors gave them a small T.V and a fridge with a water cooler as gifts. The kitchen is small and the apartment is cold and they barely have enough money to survive which leaves no money for gas or any other heating equipment.
Right outside of the house is a sewage pit. Every two weeks, the hole overflows and fills the area with human waste filling the air with an unbearable smell. They have appealed to the owner but he repeatedly informed them that this was their responsibility and not his.
One of the sons, an 11 year old boy, was shot in the shoulder while in Syria. He was out on the street throwing the trash when a sniper bullet entered his shoulder, right above the heart, and exited from the back. The boy, out of instinct, ran to the make-shift hospital set up by the rebels in the area where he received immediate care. The daughter’s son was also shot in the back, but he refrained from telling his story.
The family has no source of income and relies on their savings and the donations they manage to gather. The Jordanian law has restrictions about hiring non-nationals so the prospect of finding a job for any of them is near to impossible.