As a Syrian, I spent my happiest times in my beloved home country, with my loving family. At the head of our family was our dear father, may God have mercy on him and grant him paradise. He was an exemplary father. Then there was our beloved mother, who has done so much for our family behind the scenes. She was, and continues to be, the source of our strength, inspiration and blessings. From her, stems our patience and determination, in times of hardship.
In 2011, after the beginning of the Syrian revolution, the regime cracked down on citizens with increasing arrests and harassment. To flee the conflict, our family members began to seek refuge in Jordan. However, due to the terrible living conditions there, we decided to try life in Egypt. We lived there for eight months until the Morsi government, whose policies supported the Syrian refugees, fell apart. With Morsi gone, we returned to Jordan thinking it had to be better than what we left behind in Egypt. However, we struggled as we needed to pay 250 dinars, approximately 300 Canadian dollars, in rent for our home, but we had no source of income except for what we were able to save while we still lived in Syria since Jordan does not allow refugees to work.
As refugees, we experienced a high cost of living for both renting a home and simply to survive. Later, we registered with the UNHCR which inconsistently provided us a little bit of food. Our suffering continued for a long time and went from bad to worse with the development of my mother’s health problems. She suffered from diabetes and other health issues. As a refugee, there was no health insurance, so our only option was to stand in line for the clinic or at a humanitarian organization to provide us with her medication after the UNHCR declined to help.
Our biggest tragedy came with the death of my father. Just a few weeks before we started to think about coming to Canada, the Syrian army dropped a bomb on our home in Daraa and my father died from his injuries. We were devastated and prayed to God every day to relieve us of our suffering and to let us return back to our home. However, the conflict continues and we are still refugees, unable to return to our homeland. We have survived thanks to many who helped us along the way, individuals, organizations, mosques and churches.
Today, we have new hope as we hear about safety in a distant country. I’ve heard that it is cold in Canada, but also that it is beautiful and that the government respects human rights and freedoms. We’ve seen people risk their lives by sea or land to reach Europe, and yet Canada is compassionate enough so send in planes to take us safely to refuge while processing us as residents in record time. We are grateful and happy to start our lives again in Canada. We can only offer our sincere thanks to those who contributed and moved the process along to bring us over. While your country might be cold, the Canadian compassion makes it warm. God willing, we will see you soon.