Making Home Away

So I sat them down and told them: the five of us are here, me, you and your father, wherever the five of us are, that place should be your heaven.
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Jordan

Rima

a hand you can’t bite, you kiss!
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Nour

Simple things can create a home atmosphere...
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Hayat

The lack of electricity is hardest.
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Yara

Our faces and hair look different here
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Marwa

Honestly, I can’t handle it.
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Farida

I had just delivered my baby girl. She was one month and ten days old...
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Samira

We trusted them and they didn’t give us any trouble, until one day, one of them wrote a report...
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Inaam

This is my fate and I have to accept it. I even started planting a garden.
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Suha

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Lama

May God help you with your water!
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Khawla

My older son remembers...
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Jumana

I am going to leave all my friends.
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Nasim

It is a bit better now but it is still bad
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Sabiha

My husband was bad (to) me. Now he is better...
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Warda

pink roses... remind me of Syria.
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Amira

I felt that we were (going to be) staying here for a while, so I started decorating.
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Mai

...because I was mentally exhausted...
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Khadija

It is better to suffer at home...
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Nehal

Here we are, four years later
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Maysoon

Hope is always there, of course.
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Mahdi

One plane was circling overhead...
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Rabia

These are the things that we do to keep us going
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Maha

... nothing was left for us there
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Zaynab

Nothing has a taste
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Layan

We came with the clothes that we were wearing
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Wafa

We were hoping to go to Za’atari camp, but they assigned us here.
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Assad

The fighters used to come to the house and ask the children their names.
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Tuba

To be able to live here one has to recreate a home as much as possible.
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Eliana

...it will not be easy for them to go back...
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Fuad

I am considered a ‘wanted man’.
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Munira

At least we have a roof above our heads now.
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Faheem

When I heard the sound I held my granddaughter and ran outside to the olive garden where I sheltered under an olive tree.
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