For the series “Where The Children Sleep,” photojournalist Magnus Wennman traveled through refugee camps in the Middle East to document the trials of Syrian families and their children.
Fleeing conflict in the Middle East, many Syrian families have left behind the majority of their belongings, any semblance of security, and even close relatives to preserve their lives. To say the crisis has been traumatic for more than a few million souls is an understatement.
According to recent statistics, over 10.6 million Syrians have been displaced from their homes since the conflict with ISIS began in 2011. Some are receiving assistance by seeking asylum in Europe, and the rest are wandering between refugee camps in Turkey, Lebanon and Jordan.
Of course, many of the innocent affected by the war are Syria’s children, most who are afraid to go to bed at night. Award-winning photojournalist Magnus Wennman noted this as he took pictures of thousands of refugee children for the Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet earlier this year.
For the series “Where The Children Sleep,” Wennman traveled through refugee camps to document where children and their families are fleeing to share their stories. His gut-wrenching photo collection (below) speaks for itself.
He told CNN: “I was struck by the children there; they are the most innocent.”
Wennman believes it is difficult for outsiders to care about a conflict that has been going on for years and may be hard to understand.
“But there is nothing hard to understand about how children need a safe place to sleep,” he said. “That is easy to understand. Nothing is too complicated about that.”
Scroll through the photos below to understand what life is like for many Syrian children caught up in the conflict between adults.
“They have lost some hope. It takes very much for a child to stop being a child and to stop having fun, even in really bad places.”
Lamar, 5 years old, Horgos, Serbia
Back home in Baghdad, the dolls, the toy train, and the ball are left; Lamar often talks about these items when home is mentioned. The bomb changed everything. The family was on its way to buy food when it was dropped close to their house. It was not possible to live there anymore, says Lamar’s grandmother, Sara. After two attempts to cross the sea from Turkey in a small, rubber boat, they succeeded in coming here to Hungary’s closed border. Now Lamar sleeps on a blanket in the forest, scared, frozen, and sad.
Abdullah, 5 years old, Belgrad, Serbia
Abdullah has a blood disease. For the last two days, he has been sleeping outside of the central station in Belgrade.
He saw the killing of his sister in their home in Daraa. “He is still in shock and has nightmares every night,” says his mother. Abdullah is tired and is not healthy, but his mother does not have any money to buy medicine for him.
Ahmed, 6 years old, Horgos, Serbia
It is after midnight when Ahmed falls asleep in the grass. The adults are still sitting around, formulating plans for how they are going to get out of Hungary without registering themselves with the authorities.
Ahmed is six years old and carries his own bag over the long stretches that his family walks by foot. “He is brave and only cries sometimes in the evenings,” says his uncle, who has taken care of Ahmed since his father was killed in their hometown Deir ez-Zor in northern Syria.
Maram, 8 years old, Amman
Eight-year-old Maram had just come home from school when the rocket hit her house. A piece of the roof landed right on top of her. Her mother took her to a field hospital, and from there she was airlifted across the border to Jordan. Head trauma caused a brain hemorrhage. For the first 11 days, Maram was in a coma. She is now conscious, but has a broken jaw and can’t speak.
Ralia, 7 and Rahaf, 13 years old, Beirut
Ralia, 7, and Rahaf, 13, live on the streets of Beirut. They are from Damascus, where a grenade killed their mother and brother. Along with their father, they have been sleeping rough for a year. They huddle close together on their cardboard boxes. Rahaf says she is scared of “bad boys,” at which Ralia starts crying.
Moyad, 5 years old, Amman
Moyad, 5, and his mother needed to buy flour to make a spinach pie. Hand in hand, they were on their way to the market in Dar’a. They walked past a taxi in which someone had placed a bomb. Moyad’s mother died instantly. The boy, who has been airlifted to Jordan, has shrapnel lodged in his head, back, and pelvis.
Walaa, 5 years old, Dar-El-Ias
Walaa, 5, wants to go home. She had her own room in Aleppo, she tells us. There, she never used to cry at bedtime. Here, in the refugee camp, she cries every night. Resting her head on the pillow is horrible, she says, because nighttime is horrible. That was when the attacks happened. By day, Walaa’s mother often builds a little house out of pillows, to teach her that they are nothing to be afraid of.
Ahmad, 7 years old, Horgos/Roszke
Even sleep is not a free zone; it is then that the terror replays. Ahmad was home when the bomb hit his family’s house in Idlib. Shrapnel hit him in the head, but he survived. His younger brother did not. The family had lived with war as their nearest neighbor for several years, but without a home, they had no choice. They were forced to flee. Now Ahmad lays among thousands of other refugees on the asphalt along the highway leading to Hungary’s closed border. This is day 16 of their flight. The family has slept in bus shelters, on the road, and in the forest, explains Ahmad’s father.
Shiraz, 9 years old, Suruc
Shiraz, 9, was three months old when she was stricken with a severe fever. The doctor diagnosed polio and advised her parents to not spend too much money on medicine for the girl who “didn’t have a chance.” Then the war came. Her mother, Leila, starts crying when she describes how she wrapped the girl in a blanket and carried her over the border from Kobane to Turkey. Shiraz, who can’t talk, received a wooden cradle in the refugee camp. She lies there. Day and night.
Shehd, 7 years old
Shehd loves to draw, but more recently, all of her drawings have had the same theme: weapons. “She saw them all the time, they are everywhere,” explains her mother when the little girl sleeps on the ground alongside Hungary’s closed border. Now she does not draw at all. The family brought neither paper nor crayons with them on their flight. Shehd does not play anymore either. The escape has forced children to become adults and share concern for what happens in an hour or a day. The family has had difficulty finding food during their wandering. Some days, they have had to make do with apples they were able to pick from trees along the road. If the family had known how hard the journey would be, they would have chosen to risk their lives in Syria.
Amir, 20 months, Zahle Fayda
Amir, 20 months, was born a refugee. His mother believes her son was traumatized in the womb. “Amir has never spoken a single word,” says Shahana, 32. In the plastic tent where the family now lives, Amir has no toys, but he plays with whatever he can find on the ground. “He laughs a lot, even though he doesn’t talk,” says his mother.
Juliana, 2 years old, Horgos, Serbia
It is 34 degrees Celcius. The flies crawl on Juliana’s face and she shifts uneasily in her sleep. Juliana’s family has been walking through Serbia for two days. This is the latest phase of a flee that started three months ago. The girl’s mother lays her thin shawl over her daughter on the ground. Fatima calms down.
A few meters away from their resting place, feet are tramping by in a never-ending flow of people. It is the end of August and Hungary is about to barricade themselves with barbed wire to shut out this stream of refugees. But for a few more days, it is possible to pass through the border city of Horgos. As soon as evening comes, Juliana’s family will go for it.
Fara, 2 years old, Azraq
Fara, 2, loves soccer. Her dad tries to make balls for her by crumpling up anything he can find, but they don’t last long. Every night, he says goodnight to Fara and her big sister Tisam, 9, in the hope that tomorrow will bring them a proper ball to play with. All other dreams seem to be beyond his reach, but he is not giving up on this one.
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