Yesterday when we arrived to Azraq camp in Jordan, these young Syrian boys were planting and watering some flowers.

As I chatted to them they explained to me that they were from a very beautiful region of Syria, lush with foliage and greenery. The told me what they missed the most, living in this huge camp in the middle of the barren desert, was colour, plants and flowers; that they craved to climb trees and run through grass.



I sceptically rubbed at the dusty ground with my foot and asked them,

“but do you think these plants will grow?’

“InshAllah.” they replied sweetly,

‘We will try.”