Struggling for hope and peace

You can be sad for a while and hope becomes weak. But when someone comes to lend support it makes you say: “Thank you, Allah! Goodness still exists in this world”. I will not surrender. I do everything I can to overcome the difficulties I’m in. I draw my strength and my will from my children. I have no one else but them after Allah. I hope to live happily with them away from the crisis and its horrors.

Fida Al-Jassem, 39 years old, camp on the Syrian-Turkish border.

Fida. is a mother of three children. living in a camp on the Syrian-Turkish border. The years of difficulties haven’t stopped her from living a happy and joyful life. She cherishes her three children, giving them love and affection.

With a strong will she is overcoming the difficulties of life.

(Says Fida)

I hope to live for years and give my children a good upbringing. I want to teach them, be proud of them, and see them build the future of our country, which is weary of crisis.

I dream of living a life of dignity. I lived here for years, far from my family and my relatives and my house, hoping to see them again. I was in an incident in the camp when rain caused landslides and a wall fell on me. My spine was a broken and it caused my permanent disability. I can no longer walk or sit well. and I need a surgical operation.

I spent four months lying in bed, unable to move. A month ago I started to move, then I was able to walk  and I overcame the pain.

I do everything I can to overcome the negative effects of this incident. I always look for a positive to battle the struggling pain and agony I am in.

You can be sad for a while and hope becomes weak. But when someone comes to lend support it makes you say: “Thank you, Allah! Goodness still exists in this world”.

I will not surrender. I do everything I can to overcome the difficulties I’m in. I draw my strength and my will from my children. I have no one else but them after Allah. I hope to live happily with them away from the crisis and its horrors.

I am filled with happiness and joy when I receive free treatment in a hospital. And they give me medicine.

I will not forget the worth of the humanitarian organisations that have supported us and helped us since the beginning of the crisis in our country. When I see them give us treatment and medicine,  it brings hope to my soul.

These situations make us feel the human brotherhood of man, which gives us the hope to go on with life.

After six years of homelessness I hope to recover from my injury and to see my children grow up and marry – and to see my grandchildren. I hope for peace to reign in the universe and for Syria to be as it was. And I hope to go back to our country, our people and our families.

These have been six years of hope – hope of living in peace and security, hope of returning to our land, hope of a bright tomorrow.