A Life of Displacement

Ali’s mom has run out of medicine. I sat on the tile floor of their apartment as she showed me three different prescriptions. “You can read this one, I’m sure. It’s in your language.” It’s heart medication. Her older son Waleed shook his head, adding, “No one seems to have any of these here. What are we supposed to do?”
 
A month ago Ali, Waleed and their ailing mother still lived in Za’atari Camp, in a collapsing tent close to a medical supply center staffed by Saudi Arabian doctors. Over the eight months they spent in Za’atari, any stability...MORE