Aisha Ahmed and Suzanne Abdulhadi's journey through Lebanon continues as they travel to a refugee camp to distribute aid, encountering some unexpected obstacles along the way.
Day 2 was the day scheduled for distributing aid. We were excited to give out the items that had been purchased for the refugees with the donations our team had raised and the winter aid packs that we assembled the day before.
At midday, after a four hour drive from Beirut, we arrived at the army checkpoint at Arsal, a few minutes from the camp. We had passed through the same checkpoint the previous day without any issues. On this day, however, it was a different story. We were told that although permission had been sought before our arrival, we were not permitted to enter. No reason was given.
For the next few hours ASA, Muslim Charity’s partner, tried to contact senior officials to sort out the issue so we could drive into Arsal village. Hours later, sitting in the car whilst the boys played football, we decided to go to another camp, a camp that even the ASA representative accompanying us, did not know of. It just happened to be adjacent to where we had parked.
We arrived at this unknown Syrian refugee camp which was housing 32 families. We saw children playing and people standing around. They didn’t know who we were but they greeted us warmly with “ahlan wa sahlan” - welcome. We approached a child who was standing alone. We spoke to her and held her hand whilst she led us to her home where we sat with her mother. Other women soon joined us. We discussed their situation and prayed that one day they could return to their home.
When one of us needed to use the bathroom we were shown to the toilet by a lady who asked us not to judge her. Her toilet was outside her home and was in a shape of a cylinder, it looked like a waste bin. When she opened the “door”, there was only a hole in the ground. One person would struggle to fit into this toilet. We told her not to be silly and that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
The situation reminded us of the previous day in the other refugee camp when a lady told us she would cook for us and then added, looking ashamed, “I am clean.” She thought we may think she wasn’t clean because of the conditions she lived in. The tents were surrounded by mud and their kitchen and toilet all in one room. We told her; “eating from you is like eating from my mother’s hand.”
Shortly after an ASA truck arrived with mattresses, blankets and boxes of evenly distributed food. Everybody stood in line and each family took a mattress, two blankets and a box of food. As we started handing everything out it began to rain. We handed each family their items and watched their faces glow with happiness at receiving the most basic of essentials that we all need.