This is Aida, a 10-year-old Syrian refugee. Rosianna and I met her at the Azraq camp in northern Jordan, where she and her family had just arrived after more than four months at the Syrian border.
The situation at the border is a catastrophe–Aida told us she’d watched some of the friends she made at the border die at the border of exposure and thirst. She thought she would die, too. (One of her sisters was killed in the war.)
Aida is bright and funny and constantly cuddled by her younger brothers. When I asked her what she wanted most now that she was finally at Azraq, she said, “I want to go to school.” She’d never been in school–the war started when she was 5. She wanted to know when school started in the camp. “Can I go today?” she asked me through the translator.
The UN Refugee agency is critically underfunded, and the quality of schools suffers as a result. Kids go to school only for half a day, and classes are huge–sometimes as many as 100 kids per room. Dropout rates are extremely high, because kids are needed for chores and work.
Aida will be safe at Azraq. But because of funding shortfalls, she will not receive enough food assistance or the quality of education she deserves.
In the coming days and weeks, Rosianna and I will share more stories of the refugees we met in Jordan. As one mother told me when I asked how Americans can help, “Listening helps. Knowing you are listening helps.” Of course, donating also helps, as does voting against leaders who demonize refugees.
In the U.S. right now, our political discourse is driven by the lionizing of some vague Us and the villainizing and dehumanizing of a supposed Other. But when we talk about decreasing aid to assist refugees, or not allowing refugees to resettle in the United States, we are not talking about some distant and menacing Other. We are talking about Aida.
I need your help guys.
Sometime on Saturday night between the last panel and the concert, I misplaced my High School Class ring.
I’ve heard how amazing the Family can be, and this ring means the world to me. I can’t recall taking it off, but I know shit happens at cons (#BlameTheMusk).
It’s a white-gold ring. On one side is the Puerto Rican flag, and on the other is a musical lyre with music notes. On the top is my HS Crest (TC) with an emerald green stone underneath. My name is also engraved in the band. If you think you’ve found it, please turn it into the hotel front desk or message me.
I would really really love to get this ring back. And all I’m asking is for a reblog to spread the word and maybe a retweet. Please guys.
*hits reblog button at the speed of light*
reblog if you agree
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can i just make money while watching netflix pls
When you write suspendeer instead of suspender
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It's not like déjà vu, but you just feel like what you're saying has passed through your mouth already
Did they have cheese
when Kesha’s next album comes out you all better support her.. she’s expressed many times that she doesn’t think she’ll be able to have a successful comeback and that her career is ruined so we all better prove her wrong.. i won’t stand to see her next era flop after the hell she’s been through!