My name is Marwa

A powerful personal story from Marwa, a resident of Gaza Camp, Jordan. Read this and feel grateful for our comfortable western lives, putting our First World worries into perspective.

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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24 thoughts on “My name is Marwa

  1. She has shown true grit and determination to overcome such adversity. It is hard to believe that these camps exist and have existed for generations and we never get to hear about them, or if we do its a passing picture in a fleeting news report. We are indeed lucky to be born where we were born.

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