When Lucy Pavia and her husband offered Loujean Alsaman, a refugee from Syria, a room in their home, none of them knew what to expect. But over the six months they spent together, the women forged a close, sisterly bond
It was when girls started disappearing that my family decided it wasn’t safe for me to stay in Syria any longer. They would be stopped by police at roadblocks and wouldn’t return home. Damascus, where I was born and grew up, is one of the safest cities in Syria but the situation there is still very dangerous. I remember the sound of shells exploding at night and the electricity flashing on and off. At the time I was 20 and studying English literature at the University of Damascus. I really didn’t want to leave. My grandparents had brought me up, and before making the journey to the UK, the furthest my family had allowed me to travel alone was to the shops.
Getting to know her better was a double-edged sword, as it made hearing what she had been through all the more painful
Link : I gave a room in my house to a refugee – now she’s like my sister