My first day with the kids was surprising to say the least. Having no educational background at all, I was very nervous. I was scared the children wouldn’t like/accept me. I was scared they’d get out of control. I was scared that we wouldn’t be able to establish a connection. I was scared that I would be of no benefit to them. Thankfully, all these doubts were thrown out the window less than five minutes into the class.
In their eyes I saw excitement at the thought of a new teacher and new ideas. I saw a mixture of desperation and hopefulness for a better future. I heard in their voices as they sang “???? ???? ?? ?????” a patriotic soul that will never die. Syria might be a faint memory in the back of their minds but it will always be in their hearts. The only thing these children did to deserve what they’re going through is exist but don’t we all? In these next few weeks I want their faces to always be painted with smiles. I want the shadows of desperations to be lightened. It may be farfetched, but I want to try to give them a chance at the life they deserve.