Hi Ahmad!

Feb 6, 2016 · 7 min read
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Hi Ahmad! It’s very nice to meet you. Would you please introduce yourself?

Hello! My name is Ahmad and I am 22 years old. I was born in a small and lovely town called JESEER AL SHOUGHOR. It’s a town at the northern west of wounded Syria.

Can you tell us a little bit about your hometown?

Yes, of course! It has approximately 50 thousand inhabitants. They are simple, kind hearted and generous as the „Oroutes River“ which flows through. There are a lot of apricot, cherry and pomegranate orchards. They are surrounded by mountains which take colors of the seasons: During wintertime the are dressed in white like a bridegroom, in spring daffodils sing lovely songs at the edge of the Orantes River.

You decided to study law in Syria. Why did you do so?

My dad told me that with studying law I will be a great person in my city and afterwards I will be able to join the army and become an officer.

You started your studies. What happened then?

I started to study law but unfortunately the war began and all of the sudden I had to struggle for survival. I thought that the longer the rich men who defended us could stay strong, the longer I would be able to stay in Syria. I hoped that everything would be fine after one or two years, but it was just a dream.This blind war forced me to leave my university and my family. I decided to take a dangerous journey looking for new hope, a future, and peace.

Can you tell us a little bit about your journey?

Germany was my only hope. But I didn’t really know how to get there. We knew that it would be a long and dangerous way. Nevertheless, with two broken hearts and tears in our eyes my brother and me started our uncertain and dangerous journey. Our first destination was Turkey. Our orders were to run and not to let the police catch us. They told us that if we were caught we would be taken to the police station where they would hit us in order to force us to go back to Syria. This idea frightened me. I didn’t want to loose my chance for a better life. I didn’t want to go to jail. I came from Syria with nothing but my mom’s prayers and the memory of her smile that hid great love and endless despair.

How did you communicate with those people?

It was very easy: On Facebook you can find a lot of pages. There you can choose from different people who already have a lot of experience with refugees. Of course, you cannot trust anyone. In the end they just want to have your money. They don’t care about your life.

What happened then?

We took the boat to Greece. The sea was very big, colored in black and it smelled like an angry and hungry person. After two hours my family heard my voice from Greece. I had arrived.

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