Stations of Pain

The first stop that Samira went through in her life is being orphaned, as she lost her parents when she was young and became a burden on her uncle who is of meager means. To be less of a burden, she reached the station of marriage, where she married a man with a disability and who is also infertile. Her husband barely had enough to sustain them; he worked in a factory and earned enough for food. Samira got married and lived contently until her husband suffered a brain stroke that rendered him unable to work. With that, Samira continued her journey to the station of searching for work. She now had to take on the responsibility of working and taking care of her disabled husband, so she worked as a house cleaner. They were doing well for some time until the Syrian revolution began, and there weren’t any more houses for her to work in; they lost their source of income. This forced her to leave the house to ask for food from who is left in their village; as most of them had left due to all the destruction and the cuts in water and electricity. While she was outside she met some of her neighbors who were leaving the village with their children, and they proposed that she leaves with them; they told her that staying there is very dangerous. Unfortunately, Samira declined as it is impossible for her to carry or move her husband anywhere, so she went back to their home. It was barely dark when she was surprised by a group of men who came to her house to help her and her husband leave; they carried them to a school which was far away from the ongoing conflict. But even there they weren’t safe as a bomb hit the school and many people lost their lives, including her husband; taking Samira to the station of another loss. After the bombing Samira continued her journey to the station of refuge; she left Syria and went into Jordan to live a life of lonely refuge in a strange country. Who knows how much more her tired body can take after all the stations of pain she experienced in her life. We ask God to take you, Samira, to the station of peace and quiet, for darkness to be lifted from your life and for light to shine for you a road of happiness.

-Najah A.

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