الصدمة هي ندبة أو شرخ نفسي، قد لا يزول أبداً. يتكيف الإنسان مع وجوده و لكنه لا يزول، فلا يعود الإنسان بعده لما كان قبله. أغلب المقيمين هنا تعرضوا لصدمات تركتهم بكثير من الأذي النفسي، اعيتهم مرارة الظلم و الحرب. قد لا يعلم المرء أنه مصاب بالصمة. تجده يتعامل و كأن مشاعره مجمدة
They do realize that the label ‘refugee’, which they recently had, is loaded with all the negative assumptions, all of a sudden.
All of a sudden people assume they’re ignorant, knowledge-less, as if they never had a life before. It assumes they’re desperate, and so they should accept anything that’s been given to them .
As she was about to leave the camp, the mother turned to the volunteer and said “I hope they forgive us if we’ve done them an act of unkindness.”
Children are picking up the language and getting raised by volunteers. Children have become the care-givers in the camp, and the adults are the only life-takers..Maybe that’s why they still choose to have children…its their only hope
I am ashamed to cry with refugees, for I did not pay the same price they did
Their pickiness told me they are still alive and their self-worth preserved. They are still kicking and demanding for a better life
He was mad about the water cutt-off “do you want the kids in schools to think that Syrian kids stink?”
I am mad at the way the place be being run, but I know the volunteers are doing their best. They walked out of their way to do this. I am mad at the very ugly reality. I am mad at every Arabic-speaking useless ass who has not thought of coming here to help. Even this, we managed to be useless at. I am impressed.
“if you’ve been traumatized before, you’re more vulnerable than someone who has never been…You are more fragile when you might think the opposite”