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Joe Lipscombe
Zaatari Refugee Camp. Today, the camp is great life. Now we live in a tent. We share
all but a permanent settlement for the ma- a blanket. Its humiliating. I have to rely
jority of its residentspeople who believed on my two sons to work. Sometimes they
they would be there a week, maybe a month bring back three or five Jordan Dinar ($7).
at best. Its been almost 5 years since the Sometimes we can buy food, sometimes
camp was opened to house citizens fleeing we cant.
the conflict in Syria. Some families exited Mohammed worked for the govern-
their front door with all they could carry, ment in Damascus, no more than 156 km
and literally walked to the camp, some away from the very spot we were sat in.
were delivered by car, some dont even re- His family didnt want to flee Syriait was
member how their situation came to be. his homebut due to increased violence in
Regardless, more than 80,000 people now Daraa, they were left with little choice.
reside in the camp, lawyers, bankers, build- After spending the night huddled together
ers, teachers, mothers, fathers, wives, chil- in their bathroom while the streets outside
dren, and babies. were bombed, they made the decision to
At the time of my visit, Zaatari was a head to the border and seek refuge. Moham-
site to behold, and its only grown in size, med stayed to fight, but not long after, he was
industry, and population since. The facts shot in the leg and forced to join his family
surrounding the camp are mind-blowing. in Zaatari. Now he depends on the success of
At its peak, Zaatari was welcoming 1,800 his two eldest sons to bring money home so
refugees, and 4.2 million liters of water the rest of the family can eat.
through its gates per day. The daily cost to I met a number of people with similar sto-
run the camp was an astonishing $500,000. ries to Mohammeds that day: some harder
The strain on Jordans resources weighed to hear, some more tragic, some more un-
heavily on the countryits already one believable. They were all examples of the
of the most water-scarce countries in the numbers I was given in the minivan hours
world. As we were pulling up to the camp before. Mohammeds family was part of the
I was being fed more and more numbers 80,000 population in the camp. His food ra-
from which to build my story. But despite tions were part of the daily cost borne by
the obvious impact of the statistics, I was international aid, and his tent was one of
still lacking one vital ingredient before I the thousands of mobile living spaces do-
could truly understand the weight of the nated by countries around the world. But
situation I was reporting on: empathy. none of that meant anything to me until Id
It wasnt until I found myself deep inside met Mohammedthat was when the num-
the camp, inside a desperately small tent, bers became alive, when the information
with two mattresses, two blankets, and a became a narrative, and I suddenly felt em-
family of ten staring at me that I felt the pathy for the 4.8 million Syrians that had
burden of war. been displaced. Once Id met Mohammed,
I knew how I was going to tell my story.
Mohammeds Story
Toby had walked me through the main ***
street of the camp, and into District 8
where I met Mohammed (name changed). Trumping Facts
Mohammed was a successful man, a hus-
band, and father of eight beautiful chil- Quote: From the minute we wake up to the
dren, all of whom were sat around him and minute we close our eyes, were governed
his wife while they told me their story. by facts. Facts are black and white. They
I was making 24,000 Syrian pounds are certainties. Certainties are useful in an
($167,000) a year, he said. The kids had a uncertain world. Stories, on the other hand,