One day you’re busy sending your kids off to school, planning your eldest daughter’s university applications, teaching your own class of primary pupils and organising dinner in your comfy two-storey home.
Days later you’re in a refugee camp with little more than the clothes you’re wearing. There is nothing left of Samar Hariri’s previous life except for sharp memories and a few precious photos. The house, the cars, her children’s education and so many of her hopes and dreams have been taken by Syria’s brutal civil war.
I met Samar inside Zaatari camp, the world’s second largest refugee camp. Two years ago, Syrian families began arriving in the dusty desert of northern Jordan, fleeing war and persecution in their homeland. Almost overnight, the United Nations was forced to set up a refugee camp and what started as a few tents has now grown into a city of around 100,000 people.
“I always heard the word refugee but I never imagined I would be one. I heard of Palestinian refugees, Iraqi refugees but practically speaking, for me to be one? I could never imagine it until it happened,” Samar says sadly.
Back home, Samar – 46 – was the principal of a primary school and her husband an official in the education department. They had good, prosperous lives. But Samar and her family were forced to flee Syria after they had close family members killed and her husband and eldest son were among the many imprisoned and tortured by the government of Bashar al Assad.
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This was such a wonderful Foreign Correspondent - it really humanised the plight of refugees and showed the Syrians to be such courageous, ordinary, resourceful individuals.
The human spirit exhibited in this story was truly awe inspiring.