In this powerful documentary, we explore life inside Zaatari, one of the largest refugee camps in the world. Located in Jordan, just miles from the Syrian border, this camp was initially set up as a temporary solution for families fleeing the devastating Syrian Civil War. Over the years, it has transformed into a sprawling city with over 880,000 residents, complete with schools, hospitals, businesses, and homes.
This film offers a rare look at how refugees are rebuilding their lives in the face of unimaginable challenges. From vibrant weddings to bustling marketplaces and a thriving community spirit, Zaatari has become a symbol of resilience. Meet the people who live here—those who have turned porter cabins into homes, started businesses with the little they brought from Syria, and found ways to celebrate life amid the hardships.
You’ll see how humanitarian efforts have provided essential services like food, water, and medical care, and how the refugees themselves have worked tirelessly to create a sense of normalcy. We follow stories of children who balance work with education, families striving to hold onto their traditions, and individuals finding ways to heal from the physical and emotional scars of war.
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"benefits from the refugees" you said in the video that jordan is the ones giving them the money to buy the food so not only do they have to now provide the food for free they have to provide the money to buy the "free" food. what part of that equation benefits jordan financially? just curious how you came to the conclusion of 2+2=5
Yeah how old are the “brides”??? 🤔
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