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Omar's story

Updated: Jun 19, 2020

You see my joy; you see me smile! Is that obvious?
Yes, I am so, so happy to return back to Syria!


I’m Omar from Syria, 30 years old. I’m an architect, an artist and a visual designer.

Since I fled to Lebanon in April 2017, I was not able to go home for three years. It’s not because of the war but owing to the government’s military restriction. The government limits the stay of oversea male adults in the country to no more than 90 days per year if they haven’t served the country's military.

Even though we were still allowed to visit within 90 days, I always had problems applying for the document to go back.

Thanks to COVID-19 for accidentally locking me down in my country, Syria. I’ve already stayed here for more than 90 days!

I remember the day I was traveling back to Syria; it was on the 29th February, very dramatic.

Nobody knew I was back because I didn’t even know if it would even be possible. It just happened.

When I was on my way to my city, my friend was just getting married. I wore a suit arriving at the party without telling anyone. Everybody was so surprised to see me! People were taking more pictures with me than the groom [laughs].

Then I went home. No electricity; it was dark. I knocked on the door and my mom asked, who is it? I said Omar! She was too shocked to recognize me [laughs again]. Lots of hugging and kissing. She was so happy.

I also met so many people on the street. My neighbors, my friends, my previous taxi driver and even the street vendor came to give me a big hug. It was a very happy moment in my life. I still feel so much joy. I’m very blessed to be back to have this opportunity, even though I have to live under lockdown.

Due to the lockdown, I got a chance to work for the Architecture Society and can even devote my time to rebuilding my hometown.

We’re a team of 60 architects in charge of preserving historical buildings. Some were partially destroyed by the war, some are not.

Every time I enter the old city, there is a warm feeling. It’s cool in summer and warm in winter, maybe because there are so many black heavy stones which can save the heat. I sometimes stand on the old building looking at my city’s landscape, it’s astonishing.

We have churches, mosques and palaces that are very old; around 2000 years ago, but they are not archived. Almost nothing is published on the Internet. It’s a matter of time. I draw what I see. I’m very blessed to do this.

I felt I was very happy with my life in Lebanon, but when I arrived in Syria after 3 years, I realised I wasn’t.

These drawings were the portfolio for the art class I took at Beirut Arab University in 2019 when I was completing my degree in architecture.

The first image you see is a girl from a university, she sat in front of me and I drew her face.

The second one, I didn’t plan it this way, but it looks like two figures are mad at each other. They don’t talk to each other.

And the final is drawn in ink – my teacher

asked me to write a description. I wrote, “Someone hits her on her face, and she is sitting on her couch crying.”

My university teacher asked me in class, “don’t you think you’re using too much black and white in your drawing?” I didn't realise it.

She suggested me to pay attention to myself and see a doctor to check how I was feeling. After I spoke to a doctor, he said you might not feel you are depressed until you move on from this period in your life.

I didn’t understand what he meant.

The doctor said to me, don’t hide your feelings.


Between April 2017 to February 2019, almost two years I was always looking for a home, a permit to stay, a job, and all basic needs. I wasn’t allowed to stay in Lebanon as I didn’t get sponsorship from either a Lebanese or university. Moving from one place to another, from district to district, I changed houses 18 times, including a Palestinian refugee camp located in Beirut.

I was also not allowed to work legally. The government required most companies to pay high taxes and put other restrictions for hiring foreign employees. It’s really difficult to find a job.

At least two international non-profit organisations were about to hire me, but I lost both chances due to my nationality. I am Syrian.

Once the employer didn’t even find out I am a Syrian during the interview as we spoke in English. On the onboard day, after they heard me speak in Syrian Arabic, I was asked to go home to wait for the call. But I didn’t hear anything from them.

I accepted work as a private driver for a family instead. One day I was arrested by the Lebanese police because he said I did illegal work.

But you know, oh my god, I was surprised that the prison they brought me to was so beautiful, like a five-star hotel!

The design of the prison, from an architect’s perspective, is outstanding. I have seen the condition of prisons in Syria, so I was even considering moving in and staying in Lebanon’s one. I was released two days later though.

Well, most Syrians in Lebanon do that —— working illegally.

I also tried to apply for overseas scholarships. Cambridge University offered me a grant to study architecture, but the UK embassy in Lebanon rejected my application. At the same time, they also lost my papers.

Luckily, in 2019, I got a partial scholarship to complete my study in Architecture at Beirut Arabic University so I could stay in a student apartment. My flat mates were very friendly too.

In spite of all these obstacles, it was still quite exciting for me to learn about Lebanon’s diverse cultures, religions, and their activities. I made many friends across districts in Lebanon. I also freelanced for some companies to design logos and posters to make a living.

It’s still not easy. I had witnessed many Syrian females who were experiencing violence in Lebanon. They were often forced to work at early ages. Once I saw a woman who had to leave her newborn baby in a tent from 9 am. to 5 pm, without anyone looking after him. She had to collect potatoes from the field to earn like $5 dollars per day.

I started realizing, okay, I was hiding my depression.

My friends who live in Syria used to visit me when I was in Lebanon. I was on the other side of my country; I was forced to deactivate my life in Syria and restart it in Lebanon. I remember my family back home has problems with accessing medicine. Why should I be happy about their visit? My friends’ presence reminded me of that pain.

After I returned to Syria, I found my true happiness in my homeland.

Yes, the economic situation is really, really bad here. If you are a teacher, you earn a $20-dollar salary per month. While I’m talking to you, apparently, the electricity is gone [laughs]. Every 3 hours electricity cuts off at a different time to surprise us. And we also started another pandemic. There is a lack of pharmacies, medicine supplies, and drugs.

But I’m happy here. I know the people.
I know how to navigate the roads in the city.

What I want to say is that everyone has their own problem
and that’s enough for you.

For me, it’s a matter of what you love doing to the people you love. When you do what you love in your country, for your people, for your place, it will make you truly happy.

After-interview notes

I met Omar in Lebanon in June 2019 at a farewell party for our Syrian friend. He is such a sweet person and one of the most positive friends I have. After we said a goodbye to our friend, who needed to head back to Syria from Lebanon after our reunion, Omar, another friend and I were walking to the harbor, chatting and chatting. At that time, I felt in spite of what he has been through, he always used his sense of humor to mitigate the negative feelings inside him.

Since then, we have become good friends and caught up via video calls once in a while. This June, I called him again. He picked up my phone with the most shining smile I had ever seen since I met him. I was so surprised and so happy for him too. “How’s everything? Tell me!” I said to him.

“I’m so happy I am finally back to my country!”

Even though Omar might have to leave Syria again after the end of the pandemic, he wants to enjoy the time in his city as much as he can.


我是 Omar,三十歲,來自敘利亞。我是一個建築師、藝術家和視覺設計師。






當我在回家的路上,我的朋友剛結婚。我沒跟任何人說便穿著西裝抵達派對現場。每個人看到我都非常驚訝!他們跟我拍照拍的比跟新郎多 (笑)。

然後我回家,敲門。當時,沒有電,非常黑。我媽媽問,是誰?我說 Omar!她被嚇到,無法認出我 (再次笑)。他給了我很多的擁抱和親親,她真的超級高興。












下 :「有人賞了她一巴掌,她坐在沙發上,啜泣。」





























二零一九年的六月在黎巴嫩,我們的一個敘利亞朋友的歡送派對上,認識了 Omar。他是一個如此笑臉迎人又可愛的人。在我們與在團聚後要趕回敘利亞的朋友說再見後,Omar、另一個朋友和我一起走到海港聊天。那時,我感覺儘管經歷了什麼,他總是用他的幽默去減輕內心的負面情緒。





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