Back-tracking a bit, I want to share about my visit on Friday to a Palestinian refugee camp with my friend Nisreen (local) and Maya (fulbright).
Al Baqaa camp is the largest refugee camp in Jordan, home to over 100,000 people (Jordan, in general, has 2 million Palestinian refugees — the most Palestinian refugees of another other state). The camp itself was created in 1968, but the residents are refugees from both the 1948 and 1967 Arab-Israeli wars.
I have worked a great deal on Palestinian refugee issues… I interned for the United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestinian refugees in Jordan — then I interned for the US State Department PRM bureau, which provides funds to UNRWA in order to support Palestinian refugees (in 2011, PRM provided roughly $250 million in funding to UNRWA) — then to top it all off, I wrote my capstone paper (60+ pages!) on Palestinian youth human capital. And thats leaving aside the fact that I have majority Jordanian-Palestinian friends (*friends who were born in Jordan but their family is/was from Palestine — this makes up about 60% of Jordan’s popuation) and I travelled Palestine multiple times.
YET my experience actually in a Palestinian refugee community is limited.. a visit here and there to an UNRWA school or health clinic – plus a drive through accompanied by Nisreen and Khalid, who worried about me walking around one by myself.
So for me, this was a big deal. and I was kteer excited/nervous/happy.
Our visit was to the Orphan’s Welfare Assocation (OWA) — basically a community center for all the refugee youth, not just orphans. The OWA has weekend programs for the students, enrichment activities/field trips, as well as provides extra schooling during the week. The overcrowded UNRWA schools operate on a double shift, meaning students get only a partial day of school (morning shift or afternoon shift) and no extracurriculars — therefore OWA provides classes to fill the gap and create constructive activities for the kids. Its like a Boys and Girls club from the States, with a lot more time to fill.
The kids were adorable… a huge range of ages sat in one medium size classroom, that fit them all, but not with enough room to play. Instead the program had them doing an Arabic version of Simon Says in their seats – and singing songs (all centering around “baladna” our country, Palestine). Energetic, excited, bubbly… I had a ton of fun with them.
After a little while, some of the volunteer staff offered to talk us on a tour of the camp. We walked around and chatted: learning about the expansion of the camp as more refugees poured in and as families grew — the transition from tents to brick to concrete homes — the ongoing commitment to a “right to return” — the difficulty of overcrowded and poorly funded schools — the ongoing committment to education. The streets were narrow and littered with trash (around one corner we saw children digging through trash). It was definitely a poor place with a feeling of desperation.
But on the flip side, as you often hear about places like this.. the people remained so nice and hospitable. The guys taking us around were young & all lived in Baq’a… they made jokes & helped us out with colloquial vocabulary… at one point we even stopped in one of the guys’ uncles’ home. And of course we were invited for soda and ma’mul (date cookies, homemade!). At a home with so little, as complete strangers, from America no less!.. we were welcomed and received with genuine warmth.
After our walk around, again we sat and enjoyed the company of the volunteers. At one point, the OWA director asked me about the tour… how did I find Baq’a camp? “was it miserable?”
I didn’t know how to answer..
yes? yes it was miserable to see children picking through trash and houses that lack a roof and families of 10 living in a home smaller than my apartment. I didn’t want him to think I was naive or lying… of course I saw what makes the camp miserable.
but also, no. no the people were not just miserable. The children laughed and played just like those at an afterschool program at ABRHS, Thair’s aunt explained that education was the highest prize in their community and stuffed us full of homemade dessert, and the staff sitting around us had all gone through OWA community center and now were back leading it themselves.. There is a rich life in the camp — and I didn’t want them to think I missed that.
I answered with a mention of my impressions above.. and the fact that I would never presume to know a place well enough to label it miserable or not after only a 4 hour visit. That seemed to be the right answer. And its true.. I still need a lot more time to understand Baq’a camp.
Luckily, I’ll get it. Nisreen and I are planning programs for the kids every Friday… so in’sha’allah I will get my chance at “working on Palestinian refugee issues” directly, hand in hand with the people themselves.