Pray
The street we live on. The atmosphere in our neighborhood changed today and I’m not sure what to do. The government here is cracking down on Syrian workers in hopes they’ll return to Syria. The majority of the Syrians here are illegally employed. Most of the families in our neighborhood are refugees and some ran stores here. We can help make sure some of the people we know have enough income to feed their families, but overall, it’s barely a dent in the bucket. I don’t have the connections, language or know-how to change the politics of a country neither of us belong to, simply reside in. Since I’m being blunt and honest, I have to admit, I feel guilty that my presence is welcome here even though I’m even more of a foreigner here than they are, but my citizenship affords privileges I didn’t earn. I wonder if I even made an impact in the way people think about refugees in my own count...