The Whys and Hows of Illegal Immigration: accounts of Syrian refugees

Ever since the Arab Spring uprising in 2011, the number of Syrian refugees in neighboring countries has consistently increased. According to Hürriyet Daily News, more than 10,000 Syrians were given camp on the Turkish borders in mid-2011. In mid-2012, this number increased to 40,000. According to the Refugees and Asylum Seekers Assistance and Solidarity Association (RASAS), the number of registered Syrian refugees in Turkey equaled 3,630,702 at the beginning of November 2020. Despite the Turkish government closing its borders to refugees and even beginning the construction of a wall in 2014, the migrations did not stop.

source: Turkish government

Despite being clamped together with over 3.6 million other Syrians, each refugee has his or her own story to tell. Each refugee’s answers to questions such as ‘why did you leave the country?’, ‘how was your trip?’, and ‘how do you feel about the choices you made?’ are unique. Some refugees have built homes and earned citizenships abroad, while others were taut with dissatisfaction. This dissatisfaction has caused many thousands of refugees to return. According to the New York Times, the flow of refugees back to Syria had already started in June 2011, three months after the uprising had begun. However, despite these returns, the number of registered refugees continues to increase.

“I did not want to kill. I just wanted to find hope again.”

Yaman Shreqi, a 25-year old computer engineering student at Beykent University, relayed his experience crossing the borders illegally. Having started his education in 2013 at the University of Aleppo, Yaman was struggling to keep up with his classes. Although he had chosen the computer engineering department himself, he stated that it was hard to focus when the professors’ teaching skills were very poor, when there was no electricity to light a bulb, and when he did not know what his future would hold. The increasing sense of despair left Yaman spending most of his money on games and most of his time playing them. “I did it to escape reality. That is how I spent most of my time,” he said. Having missed most of his junior year classes, Yaman failed that year and was left facing three choices: to try again knowing that he did not have the drive to study, to give up and be enlisted in the military, or to leave everything behind and seek refuge. When asked what drove him to choose the third option, he said, “I did not want to kill. I just wanted to find hope again.”

Beykent Student Yaman Shreqi studying online – Istanbul, Turkey, 2020

Initially, Yaman’s father, Muhammad Shreqi, had been against the idea of sending his son away, Yaman recounted. Most of all, his father had been against sending him to western countries, where he had claimed the common values were too liberal for his liking. The only destination he had even considered, said Yaman, was Turkey, where he felt the cultures and values were similar. Muhammad knew that failing another year would mean Yaman’s conscription, in which Yaman would be forced to kill, but Muhammad lacked the money that Yaman needed to cross legally, which led him to allow his son to cross illegally. In 2017, Yaman left his house and headed for the Orontes River, where a smuggler was waiting for him.

Yaman’s journey was not an easy one. On his first try, it took him two hours to reach the Turkish borders, in which he rid a barrel through the river, then booked a bus to from Hatay, a border city in Turkey, to Istanbul. On his way to from Hatay, he was caught by the police and signed a document that declared his consensus in give up his temporary protection identification document (a refugee card more widely known among Syrians as Kimlik). The document was in Turkish, a language he did not know at the time. It took him fifteen days after that to be able to cross the borders again, each day using a different route, facing several hardships, and going back on his tracks to try again the next day.

Office and bedroom of Yaman Shreqi – Istanbul, Turkey, 2020

Currently, Yaman is working with his uncle as a jewelry manufacturer. He earns his living and pays for his education. Although he is still facing issues regarding his Kimlik and its reissuing, which is also affecting his education, and although he sleeps, works, and studies in the same place, he says that he is much happier in Turkey than he was in Syria, and that he is glad he made the choice to settle in Istanbul.

“We were ordinary people, but we were blessed with many miracles.”

The Alrajle family, consisting of nine individuals, was one of the families living in Ghouta, Damascus, during the Syrian government’s siege of the area in 2013. “We were ordinary people, living ordinary lives when all of this started. Suddenly, we are sharing a piece of bread in order to survive, while others steal and kill in order to provide for their families. Some women even resorted to prostitution in order to earn a living,” relayed Huda Alrajle, 40 years-old, mother of eight children. During the famine, Huda’s son, Abdulghani, joined the Free Syrian Army to earn some money and feed his family, while her husband, Muhammed Alrajle, looked for a richer second wife who had more resources and could assist them in survival. His second wife, Yasmin, whose last name was not disclosed, had children of her own.

One of the seven shrapnels lodged in Abdulghani’s head – Istanbul, Turkey, 2020

On a seemingly regular day of walking to other areas or villages to get food but not finding any, Huda and Abdulghani arrive at home to hear loud noises. While they had been used to the sound of rockets and missiles every once in a while, they felt that this day was going to be different. “Indeed, it was,” said Huda. “That day, the sounds of missiles did not stop. But somehow, my youngest children did not wake up. I let them sleep, so that if they died, they would do so in peace,” said Huda about that day. “It is a miracle that we survived the siege, and yet another that we survived that day.” According to Huda, part of the ceiling of their house fell right next to her youngest son, but none of them were harmed.

Finally, after the famine and the bombardment, news came of salvation. Green buses, which were often used by the Syrian government in population transfers, were readied for those willing to step out of the Free Syrian Army’s territory and into the government’s. Despite the possible risks, which included conscription and detainment, the number of people who wanted the ride was so immense that it was hard for the family to find a space for them to fit into. Thanks to Abdulghani’s position in the army, the family was able to transport 4 of its members to Idlib, a city in northwestern Syria. As the bus passed through pro-governmental territory, civilians threw tomatoes and eggs at it and cursed at the ‘traitors’ who had settled in the anti-governmental territory. Once Huda, Muhammad, Asma, and their younger sister arrived in Idlib, where the bombardment was much worse than in Ghouta, they waited for the rest of the family to arrive, wondering if they ever would. With another miracle, in 2018, the whole family arrived safely in Idlib.

Refugee Huda Alrajle with five of her children – Istanbul, Turkey, 2020

However, that was not the last of hardships that the Alrajle family would face. In 2019, the second eldest daughter in the family, Asma, had a systemic lupus erythematosus flare-up, and she was hospitalized in Afrin, where adequate medical supplies were available and her aunt lived. She had been diagnosed with the autoimmune disease in 2011 and had been on a medical regimen that was later interrupted by the lack of supply in the country. Asma struggled as the decision was made to transfer her to Kilis, a Turkish border city, to get proper treatment. Meanwhile, the bombardment in Idlib took the lives of Muhammad Alrajle and one of his and Huda’s daughters.

“Leaving the country had not crossed our minds before then. We were too big of a family, and we had nowhere to go even if we left the country. But because my daughter needed to be treated, we had no other choice,” said Huda as she explained why they had decided to cross the borders to Turkey. Leaving one dead child and another married one behind, Huda, with her herniated disc, walked for hours while carrying her newborn. “We fell behind the others,” said Huda. “Had it not been for my other children, I would have given up. I could not carry my newborn much longer. Luckily, the group had come to a stop not too far ahead. Anything could have happened on that road. It is a miracle we survived.”

Now, Asma is undergoing treatment in Istanbul and living with her family. Her brother, who had suffered a head injury in Syria, got into several accidents while working in food delivery service, then decided to quit. Now, he is working on manufacturing masks in the pandemic. While seeking refuge was not an option for the family before 2019, it is a reality now, and they are grateful that they at least have each other. As a closing statement, Huda thanked God for the miracles he had granted her family. “Like I said, we were ordinary people, but we were blessed with many miracles, and, for that, we are very grateful.”

Mushishi: How Deep Does The Light Go?

Mushishi, an anime written and illustrated by Yuki Urushibara, features ubiquitous creatures called Mushi () that often display what appear as supernatural powers. It is set in an imaginary time between the Edo and Meiji periods, featuring some 19th-century technology but with Japan still as a “closed country”. In the first episode, we are introduced to Mushi as primitive life-forms that many humans are not aware of.

 

Later on, in episode 2 (The Light of the Eyelid), the subject is explored more in depth. After the concept of the mystical is introduced, Mushishi shows us how those who ‘see’ may be ousted and feared by those who don’t. Socially, this phenomenon can be seen in any group, where the odd one out is feared or disliked. Sui, here, is the odd one who is ‘infected’ by a Mushi, and as a result of losing her sight to it, is able to see deeper.

As the episode progresses, Ginko (the Mushi Master and main character) finds his way to Sui and heals her.

It is said that man forgot how to close his second eyelid once he found light. But those who lived may have been better off. For, it is said that many have lost sight by watching it for too long.

Watching this episode, I wondered if there really was another membrane or whether it was a fictional idea. Well, it turns out that there is a nictitating membrane that could pass for a third eyelid. However, its purpose is thought to be purely biological (to protect the eyes from dust, etc).

So, I diverted my attention elsewhere. The All-Seeing Third Eye – the eye whose powers have been mentioned in many religions (i.e. Horus in Ancient Egypt, Odin in Ancient Greece, etc). Unfortunately, I could not find the source of these myths, and the idea that sight is lost because of the light stream did not really pan out with the lore that usually accompanies it.

So, what? Was it just a random story that gives off an eerie feeling, but has no meaning? Then, it hit me. Belief was the core issue of the episode. The Light has been attributed to “the Lord” in many religions (i.e. Islam, Christianity, Iranian Mysticism, etc). In these same religions, there is a widespread belief that this light either made or makes up everything else on this Earth. So, some people see this Light. Some people sense it. Some people can interact with it. Some? Don’t even believe in it. They only believe in the other kind of light – the one that stops them from seeing the pure form of life. Is this going anywhere?

Yes!

Have you heard of the Enlightenment before? It takes the evidence of the senses as the primary sources of knowledge. It is often cited as the beginning of the scientific era. On the other hand, the metaphysical, like souls, demons, and the like, are not referenced as much anymore. This conflict between science and religion really is telling. This piece of art seems to be taking religion as a potentialy harmful phenomenon if uncontrolled and misunderstood, and seems to imply that those who could not see the truth of what surrounds them could be better off. However, Ginko proves otherwise, as without him, many of the ‘infected’ would be insalvable.

The bottom line – whether or not the writer and illustrator intended this meaning – is that faith is a huge thing. It is a very powerful source (of life, of emotional being, of salvation or destruction). It shapes our perceptions and our actions. Thus, it is very important to monitor our thoughts and feelings, and not rush into the wrong “streams of light” and cause harm to ourselves and others, nor to disbelieve and dismiss all that we cannot see until we are forced to face it.

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What about you? What do you think this episode was about?

Topics of relevance:
Seeing through synesthesia
Ganzfeld effect
Peduncular hallucinosis

Politics In A Miserable Life

It’s very typical for anything we watch nowadays to be dramatic. Yes, usually, directors go for comedy, drama, romance, and thriller. Nobody likes their products to be awkward, because awkward doesn’t sell. However, I have been recommended this anime series, and I’ve started watching it.

Being on the 11th episode, I’ve realized how much mutual pain sparks kindness. I’ve realized how much I’ve got to go before I could write a full book that’s full of political references. I’ve realized, once again, how hard it is to build a whole new world: as not even this series portrays a world that’s entirely different.

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Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei E.10

Now, despite Mahouka Koukou being a completely fictional school of magic, the topics discussed relate so much to what is happening in real life these days. Socialism and terrorism have been discussed so far. Magic has stood for money. Manipulation, broken family bonds, and inferiority problems have been mentioned, too.

Although I wouldn’t have picked this anime for myself, I am pretty glad I have started it. Thank you, Waleed Alrawahi.