Making Voices Heard - One Story at a Time
Making Voices Heard - One Story at a Time
I’m Alaa Msalma from Daraa Syria. I was born in 20/6/1991. I am currently 26 years old. I have two children, Samer and Meeral; we are living now in Jordan. I was born in a small house with my mother, father, three sisters and two brothers; they meant everything to me. I studied in the […]
We are living harsh conditions. We have discovered how much we love each other, but distance is brutal and until now I am crying because of Oudai’s absence. My kids are growing up with me, but away from their father. Whenever they see a plane in the sky they scream “Papa, Papa come down from
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Now we are in the immigration processing center getting ready to be registered and then divided into groups. Each group will take the train heading to a German province… My destiny took me to Hamburg in the North West. I arrived at noon at the central station, where I met an old friend who suggested
We took a break for one full hour, and at that point you could see light on the horizon — morning had come. A car came by and we stopped it. The man inside said we were far from the city and where the refugees were staying. But he was heading back there and would
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On our mobile phone we were using the GPS to see if were still on track, but none of us was trained to do this. The situation was very similar to the Titanic but we had no captain to steer us. We had to rely on what we had seen in Hollywood movies and cartoons,
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It was now 11 pm, the air was cold and the sea relatively calm with light waves. Lights shimmered on the surface of the water. We hid in between the bushes on the beach while the rubber boat was prepared. This was the second attempt and it had to succeed. A Coast Guard patrol passed
Outside my friend waits for me. I get into his car and we depart towards the airport in Amman, almost an hour away from my home. After exiting the urban areas, the roads become empty and surrounded by plains. The memories of my first entry to Jordan come back to me — when my wife
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My flight was at 1:00 pm on Friday leaving to Sabeha Airport in Turkey. I had to be at the airport three hour before departure. One of my friends volunteered to drop me off. At 9:30 am he came and told me to get ready and say goodbye to everybody. I will never forget these
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That is immigration. All TV stations are filled with news about Syrian immigrants crossing from Turkey to Germany. Yes, it is Europe — where you can have a future full of beautiful life with freedom and security. The news is covering both people making it to Europe on one hand and on the other hand
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I decided to move to Amman, the capital of Jordan, since it is a vibrant big city and I could find work easier than I did in Irbid. I did not hesitate for a second, moving my family with me and rented a one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and kitchen. The next day I went
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