Nawal is a strikingly straightforward woman. She has the composure, self-awareness and guts to describe exactly what she is feeling. "I am depressed and I cannot make myself to be happy," she’ll say. She openly laments the loss of her father, mother and sister in the war–all to car bombs. Her husband, too, was killed in Iraq, causing her to flee with her two daughters to Jordan. But her face would not betray her situation if she were not so frank about it. Indeed, her elegance is even preserved in the way she lays bare her destitution.
Her seriousness breaks only when discussing her daughters. She describes taking them to swim when they lived in Iraq, where there was a swimming pool in her town that was open two days a week for women. She misses these activities but is happy her daughters can now go to school in Jordan and keep themselves occupied. She and her daughters are all also involved at CRP. They have all participated in English classes, and her daughters have taken computer courses.
While she maintains that nothing could improve her emotional state, there is some solace in the community at CRP, as she explains, "any Iraqi in Jordan I feel is my family.”
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