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Life has its ways.
It throws signals for us to catch and embrace.
When I booked my seat, little did I know that every piece of me would scream ”home”.
That miserable day and its bloody hours.
I made it slightly late, but I did, and all I could think of was helping, giving everything I have, which is not much…
A sign was thrown my way and I gladly caught it.
Leading in a time of despair.
Chabrouh.
A place I’ve been calling home for almost ten years now.
The planning, the questions, the lost answers; my stress-relief experience.
The smiles people showed, showered my saddened soul.
Between the prayers, the activities and the location, hope and happiness swallowed the ugly darkness of our tragedy.
With broken hearts, volunteers turned a simple experience into a two weeks’ lifestyle, day to day, way of living.
Kids, parents, and elderly, broke out their heavy silence, imagining a life brand new, in a place where Heaven meets Earth, and Joy conquers Fear.
My unique step into a world of being one strictly/friendly/authentic ”mas’oulé“.
Chabrouh, where Faith blooms and Love never ends.

Nai Bassil, Lebanese volunteer (Camp Leader Chabrouh Shelter Wave 2)