Impact stories

For the past few years I have been working with Syrian refugees in Jordan and I soon realised that they not only need a place to stay, enough food, water and medical treatment, but they also need to heal.

Three years ago, I was studying economics at the University of Damascus. For me, these were the best days of my life. I guess it’s the same everywhere in the world; when we finish high school we choose to study something that really interests us, meet…

I will never forget the 11th of December 2012. It was the day when the life that I knew ceased to exist. It was the day my mother was killed by a sniper, my sister lost her baby and my brother-in-law was arrested. We were on our way to the hospital in…

I grew up in the Yarmouk Camp for Palestinian Refugees in Damascus and used to be an English teacher before I had to flee to Jordan. It’s been almost two years since I last stood in front of my class at Al Emleha school

I am a father of three children. My sons are five and six years old, my daughter is eight. I used to work as a graphic designer in Homs. We had a nice house there and enjoyed our life as a family. When the war in Syria started, I did not want to leave at…

Four months ago, I moved from Germany to Jordan to support the work of our emergency team for Syrian refugees. During these four months I have talked to a lot of refugees about their fleeing Syria, their experiences, their hopes and their fears.

When 14-year-old Khaled left his home town Dara’a in the south of Syria nine months ago, life as he knew it ceased to exist. His family house was burnt down as were most of the buildings in his village.

Do we risk it or not? Is the coast clear? Are they still shooting? Have the tanks finally rolled away? Are we out of reach of their airplanes and their bombs?

A dusty road in the city of Irbid in the North of Jordan, about an hour's drive from the Syrian border. Box-shaped houses with small, barred windows are strung together.