On the Road to

Within minutes they were at our house, shouting and pushing us into the basement. Trembling with fear we were hidden away for two days. This time through the window I saw horrific scenes, of men dressed in black, their faces covered, wielding large knives showing no mercy to those they executed.   

On the third day we were forced out into the snow wearing only our flip-flops and pyjamas. We had no idea where to go, our home was ransacked, and we just walked for miles with no clear direction. I remembered that our neighbours had already fled to another area so we headed there for shelter. Yet again we were greeted with the same scenes of merciless killing in the streets.  

Together with 30 others we were able to stay in their house but subjected to regular searches by ‘Daesh’ (ISIS) coming in every day and in the middle of the night. Not knowing what they were looking for or who they might take, we were in a constant state of fear, especially for our boys as they had taken others with them.  

We ran out of food and haven’t showered for days so we decided to leave.  Even if we were killed on the way, we couldn’t stay there any longer. Leaving by the back way to avoid the check points we had to walk through streets stained with blood that had become the snow-filled gravesites of many. Walking through the desert road in deep snow, my four children without their hats and gloves and never wanting to play in the snow again.  

After miles of walking, tired, hungry, cold and afraid, we arrived at Damascus. It was there we received a welcome greeting from a lady from the church giving us food and clothes that we needed. Every month now we receive a ‘bag of blessing’ and trauma counselling funded through GAiN. I don’t know why God kept us safe, but I do know that I am very grateful every day that I am alive and for all those who support us. My family and I now serve with others to help in distributing the food bags, blankets and clothes as well as meeting with other women to pray at the church. 

I know we are not safe in Damascus, only yesterday there were bombings one mile away from us. But I have peace in my heart as I am surrounded by so much love. Thank you for coming here and listening to us. Somehow the pain and fear is less, knowing that we are not forgotten.” 

GAiN met Amira* as part of our project to help IDPs (Internally Displaced Person) in Syria.  If you’d like to do something similar, let us know by emailing us at Help us reveal hope and restore life.

*Not her real name

people getting aid from lorry