My name is Marwa

A powerful story from new blogger, Marwa, a young resident of Gaza Camp in Jordan. Her words remind us of our advantages in the “First World”. A voice worth listening to.

Reframing Life

My name is Marwa and I am a resident of Gaza Camp. The inhabitants of Gaza Camp aren’t legally recognized by any country, we are more like visible ghosts. We don’t have a Palestinian passport, we only have a 2-year temporary Jordanian passports especially for people from Gaza. So in the eyes of the law we’re neither Palestinians nor Jordanians, we belong to no country. The refugees in Gaza camp escaped war in 1967 on foot all the way from Gaza until they arrived in Jordan, and were given 750 square meters- less than a kilometer of space — in northern Jordan. It was intended to be temporary, but now many generations have been born there and nearly 45. 000 inhabit the camp. The camp is overcrowded and bursting at its seams, but restrictive government policies have made escape nearly impossible.

Gaza Camp, Jarash, Jordan

Gaza Camp residents are not…

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8 Responses to My name is Marwa

  1. I am amazed at the world’s leaders who are so indulged in their political and luxurious lives that they can’t see beyond their interests. Such a devastating situation. I pray for their freedom and for a day when the world would treat them as their own.

  2. Inkplume says:

    Powerful words from an empowered woman.

  3. Oh, gosh! Many generations have been born there. Sobering.

  4. BernieLynne says:

    One of my friends is an orthopedic surgeon with MSF and her most frequent post to date has been Gaza. She says there is something about the spirit of the people and how they face life that is actually uplighting when you consider their forgotten plight in the world.

    • Jane Fritz says:

      Wow, what important work your friend is doing, Bernie. Forgotten plight indeed. It really is humbling to travel to some of the most challenging places in the world and find a spirit and resiliency that many of us in the so-called “First World” countries could learn from.

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