I remember my first visit to Zaatari, the refugee camp in north Jordan along the Syrian border. Unbelievably, this refugee camp has become the fourth largest city in the entire country! I had been to nearby Mafraq multiple times, distributing propane tanks, mattresses, pillows, clothes, etc. to newly arrived Syrian refugee families. Inevitably they would always invite us to visit and drink hot tea with them. Many times they would tell us their stories. Each story was different, but the horror and suffering was always eerily similar.
