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I reach them by the phone. I go to the border and ask someone to call them inside with a Syrian cell phone. I have nothing not even a mobile, but I ask people please call this number so I can know something about my sons inside.

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There are attacks all the time with aircrafts and missiles. The Syrian Army told us that we have one choice, either you go out or we destroy the houses over you. I escaped with nothing. We left our houses full of stuff and things.

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I’m ready to go back to sleep in the soil, because we have really been humiliated here. Rent is expensive, and there are no jobs for Syrians. I don’t know why this happened, when the Lebanese were at war we opened our door for them, we gave them houses, food; everything.

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I was better in school in Syria, better than here. We were happier in our country than here. And we were really comfortable because we were living in our house. Here is not our country.

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We’ll try to register. It is supposed to be free, but now, we were shocked that we were supposed to pay 90000 per student. And you know we are living in this place, some of us in tents. So you know we cannot pay this.

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So if you want to hide in the house, they will say you are a spy for the regime. And if you go with a demonstration the regime will say that you are an agent. So we don’t know what to do. The good things will be done at the end; we are looking for freedom dignity a better life, or even just to be like other in other countries like in Lebanon or Jordan

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My sons were at their work and they were arrested, they were not doing anything with the revolution, this I swear. We always been living with the Alawies, one house Alawie, one house for us. Nothing happened between them, and us but at the end they attacked us.

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We came from arsal, illegally. It was so hard. We were women, alone. I brought nothing with me, just the clothes that we are wearing. Some of us without even shoes. I was to close to death… they attacked the house. I carried my grandson; I went to my neighbors and the hide me there. They were are all armed the attackers and took all my things, then they burned the house with everything in it, all the important documents. Then we came here.

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As you can see there are a lot of insects here, a lot of flies, and bugs. Everything is bad here, especially for the children, they are suffering from diarrhea, and problem with their stomachs because there are problems with the water, it is dirty. Even for our neighbours here. because of malnutrition and they got jaundice,

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look we were being killed by shabiha not by the Syrian army. They killed my daughter with all her children. Four children. We all escaped alone. I swear by god I ran away barefoot. It was so cold; everyone covered themselves with a blanket and escaped.

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I escaped with my mother in-law. I have four daughters, one son and one daughter is handicapped. All are with me. My husband was coming to Lebanon to work but they arrested him on the border. I escaped under the shelling.

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What kind of aid, we don’t have gas to cook, or casserole. We eat rice with nothing. No plate no gas; we only got some plastic plates that broke directly.

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We came three months ago. My husband was a worker. If he find a job it was good but other days he sit at home. We have nothing in Syria, no possession . I have 4 children they are all with me.

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There was a lot of shelling, we were sitting in our house but then there was destruction all around. We went to my husband’s family house. But we couldn’t stay there because it is so small, and my husband’s parents are so old. So my husband took us here. So even if we want to go back we don’t have a house. There in Syria it is so expensive now, at least here we can get some aid, there a bottle of oil is 5000 SP and the bread is expensive. We have nothing there but god’s mercy.

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I was in the tenth grade. We were living, and then the shelling started, so we were unable to move. We went to the village and came here. I have not been to school in two years. I cannot study now I have to work. I go outside the camp to find work. I have no friends here, just my cousins.

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There were troubles at the beginning and after that raids. They arrested everyone old men young men. And my aunt died with her four children and also my father s aunt died. The shabiha started to threaten everyone so we fled.

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My wish is to go back to Syria, and that everything to stop so I can meet my family again. I wish that the disappeared will come back, I wish that god will make the right for the people.

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• Since three months and a half we felt that we had to go. Because the last days in qabon we stayed five days in the shelter without going out, so it was better to leave. Qabon was under a siege. And my house, destroyed, and my other house also. One of my wives died from the shelling with my daughter. I buried them and left Syria.

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It was really fine, we were as kings and everything was really great. After the conflict everything was ruined. Since the revolution started and the demonstrations everything has been destroyed. Some were ok, and some were not living well before the conflict. But we were happy.

With no end in sight the 1.5 million Syrian refugees in Lebanon will only grow exponentially as the war is prolonged. With no solutions deemed acceptable, the numbers game of Syria and its neighboring countries are recounted day by day.

Each new report on the humanitarian situation tell of new numbers and none of them are pointing to a decline of anything. There are only more deaths, more IDP’s, more refugees, more armed groups and so on. Ngo’s, international organizations and governments will continue to be appalled, they will, yet again, speak of what needs to be done. The stories will remain the same; the refugees will still lack the necessities to maintain a dignified life. The stories of those that never chose war will remain the same in this one and in the next.

It is a dismal portrayal.

Instead of glass marbles the children use stones. However the discussion of who got closer, remains the same. With nothing to do the act of cleaning a car, not even his own, makes the young man smiles as he has put of the boredom for an afternoon.

Daily life continues as it always does, even amongst the suffering, the pain of not knowing when they might go back. This is almost everybody’s dream it is to go back home. The life in Lebanon with harassments by Lebanese is so tough that some now consider going back to Syria, only problem is they don’t know where. All is gone for most.

With little or nothing to do, they wait. Hoping that it won’t take too long.