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Refugee hope stories
Falak's story - "Volunteering gives me hope"
I love volunteering because I want to support a good cause especially with Claire House and what they do to help children in need. When we came to the UK we were supported and now I want to give back and help other people.
The team I work with are extremely helpful, they taught me how to use the till and they help me read and write. They support me and give me strength. When I volunteer I feel happy and comfortable. My English has improved a lot since I stared volunteering and it gives me hope and strength to keep going with my life.
Milda's story - "Helping others gives me hope"
The war in Syria forced me to escape, leaving behind my memories and dreams. I crossed the borders terrified for my life. Then I lived in the Refugee camp in a neighbouring country for about four years. The camp was the place where no one wants to be, we suffered the lack of basic necessities. We couldn’t have a shower for weeks due to not having water. We had to sit in total darkness due to not having electricity. But I didn’t lose hope I was accepted for resettlement in the UK and a new chapter started. I am working hard to understand my new life and learn the new language. I live with the hope that one day I will see my family again, but for now we keep in touch using video calls which is not the same.
Rihab's story - "My faith is my hope"
Faith is what kept me going God provided me with hope for the future. The things we have seen during the war will be impossible to forget. The people who we lost are impossible to replace. God gives me the strength to bear the pain of the loss my hope is that my children will grow up to be happy and healthy adults and that they will become educated and achieve their goals in life. Since we arrived in the UK what has kept me going is seeing my children attending school and that they don’t have to work to provide for all the family. It’s nice that they are back to being children.
Rihab is a single mother who lost her husband during the war in Syria. She looks after her three children and is trying hard to learn English. Since we met Rihab a year ago she has been an example of positivity and resilience despite all she has been through.
Douha's story - "My children are my hope"
With hope we can make the impossible. I am a woman with three children who used to live in Syria during the war. Then we fled to Egypt to try and secure a decent, safe, stable life, for my children. When arriving in Egypt another chapter of suffering began. We lived in hardship, not being able to afford decent housing and the basic necessities.
My children have experienced extreme neglect and emotional and physical abuse and bullying in their schools in Egypt, but we couldn’t challenge the school because we were foreigners. I was disappointed and hurt. Then a window of hope opened for us, we were told we were accepted for resettlement. And since we came to the UK, I feel a great sense of relief we started a new life. The biggest joy in my life now that I see my children safe, happy and able to attend school without being afraid of bullying and abuse. They can now focus on learning and expressing themselves.
We will not give up.
Hosam's story - "Volunteering gives me hope"
The war and being away from my country stole my happiness. I became a stranger away from people I love and with out a place I call home. I struggled to make new friends in a place which I cannot speak the language or understand the culture.
I decided to start volunteering to find new people that I can love and to find a place where I can belong. I wanted to give back to the UK that welcomed me and my family and the people who supported me and everyone else.Volunteering taught me that happiness is that I can give without expecting anything in return. Volunteering taught me that I am not alone; it taught me things that I have never had the opportunities to learn in school. It taught me loving other people and breaking barriers and fear.Lots of people judged me from the way I look, but I found the few who don’t, and these are the ones that understand the language of compassion. These are the people I met during my volunteering at Trinity Church, people who accepted me and helped me learn English and gain confidence. Confidence that I lost after being forced to leave my parents, friend, neighbours and everything I loved.
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