All posts tagged: syria

Aleppo

I can’t sleep tonight. My brain doesn’t want to stop thinking. I’m mad, and I’m sad. On a French Television show, a journalist has been talking back and forth with a man from Aleppo for the past few months, I  can’t remember exactly how long it’s been, but this has been going on for quite a while. Tonight on the show, they aired the Skype conversation between the two. The man explained the ever escalating situation; how he escaped last night’s bombing, how his friend’s mother had died. He wanted to call now, as “maybe it was the last time.” This man is a hero. He didn’t want to leave his town, and now he is dedicating his life to help his people, saving those who are trapped under demolished buildings. Yet, nobody is talking about it. I’m mad because I’m here, in my bed with my computer I was able to pay for because of a summer job I had in a comfortable office. I am safe in my city, in my country, despite …

Safe but Struggling: A Story of Refugees in America

He beckoned us into his brother’s government-issued house, a two story apartment in downtown Albany. I could see little faces peeking from the window, shy but curious, and the more brazen boys peered at us from the doorway. When we walked in, I immediately noticed how bare it was. The wood floor carried two couches, a coffee table, and a few dust bunnies. Instead of belongings, the room was filled with a stifling heat, the type that smothered your lungs and coaxed sweat from the back of your neck. Their windows were open, and a ceiling fan lazily pushed the heavy air around the room, but the lack of a cool breeze was conspicuous to a girl so used to air conditioning as I am. The whole family crowded into the room; three brothers, their wives, and thirteen children, ranging from an infant to ten years old. These people were refugees from war-torn Syria, and my fiancé, Omar, and I were here to see what they needed as they adjusted to their new life in America. …