It’s difficult to describe what I felt when I visited – we can’t even begin to imagine what they’ve been through.
Many of the children have lost their limbs, homes and families. One little boy, aged 11, has lost both legs and all of his family. It’s heartbreaking.
Another woman has recently discovered she has cancer. This only came to light because she had her leg amputated and the swelling didn’t die down. She was rescued from a refugee camp and taken to the centre here in Amman because of her leg – only then did the cancer explanation come to light. And here’s the worst part, Syrian’s are unable to obtain hospital treatment, and so she is unable to get any treatment for the cancer. She’ll most probably die – not because of her injuries, but because the country she now lives in refuses to give help her condition. Yes Jordan has given her a chance of life in another country, but that life has its boundaries – as is the case for most Syrians who now call Jordan home.
One man lying in a bed will most likely die because of his injuries. Not only has he broken his back, but his flesh and bone has been exposed so it has become incredibly difficult to treat without sufficient medical supplies. The people working there say that his best hope is death.
The centre is doing some amazing work with these people who have predominantly lost limbs. They have been assessed in refugee camps and those with hopeful outcomes are re-housed in the clinic for better treatment. It’s a home of happiness, the walls are brightly painted, there is a TV and Xbox and other games for entertainment. The women are taught crafts, sewing, and hairdressing – you can buy some of their items – it’s to help them have a better chance of making a living after their stay at the centre ends. Some volunteers from the UK are helping to teach English which is highly popular.
Listening to the stories, hearing about their experiences and seeing with my eyes the suffering that these people have gone through, and the repercussions that the war will have on them for the rest of their lives is completely heartbreaking. You hear about these things and see pictures on TV back in the UK – but actually being here and hearing first hand leaves a sour taste in the mouth. To think that there are people going through all of this pain when we’re happy complaining about the delayed train, or that Mum didn’t cook our dinner – is completely and utterly irrelevant in comparison.
The change in their lives is drastic – they were once from a wealthy and safe country. But, now destroyed by war, their lives have completely changed. They fled with nothing, their bodies are taking time to recover – both physically and emotionally. What those children experienced, no child in England will ever truly experience. The pain and suffering that these people have gone through makes you truly speechless.