Refugees at the door
“Believe me, I am the luckiest guy in the world to be here right now,” says Wajeeh Safiea, 33. “I am so thankful to God and to Canada for this second chance to live a normal life. Some mornings I wake up thinking that I am in a dream. In Syria, in that stupid war, everyone is fighting everyone and the regime of Bashar Assad forces all men to join the army. There are no options; no choices.”
Wajeeh is one of the 25,000 Syrian refugees who will arrive in Canada by the end of February 2016.
Thanks to a private sponsor, he landed in Halifax in May of this year and three weeks later moved to Calgary where his cousins reside. He enrolled in Bow Valley College to improve his English skills and three months later this electrical engineer managed to land a job. A more jubilant taxpayer will be hard to find: “Now I am free; I can talk to you, I have a job and I am paying taxes to Canada. I am so glad to say that I am already giving back to this country in return for the opportunity it has provided me. I am ready to work very hard to live a peaceful, normal life and to have a family in this free country.”
Wajeeh spent four years “doing nothing” in Amman, Jordan where his sister lived with her husband. “I can honestly say that the Jordanian people really love Syrians. They welcomed the refugees and helped them in many ways. The same is the case with the Turkish and Lebanese; Turkey has done a lot to support the refugees. But the reality is that when a guest stays for a long, long, long time the host feels the burden. There used to be thousands of Syrian refugees in those countries, but now there are millions.
There are just too many people. And their economies are barely strong enough to sustain their own people. In fact Lebanese people are spread all over the world because they are always leaving to look for jobs.
Unlike several other Western countries, there is steady and widespread support all across Canada for the resettlement of Syrians escaping the civil war
For four years I was not able to work. There are simply not enough jobs and many Syrian professionals were desperate like me. I was very fortunate to have my sister there and to live in her house. I am so thankful that I was not living in a camp. When I think of the people in some of the camps I want to cry. You cannot imagine the situation. It is really terrible — children walking under the very hot sun, holding empty water bottles in their little hands. Fathers died and mothers are struggling to somehow survive. It is really, really unbelievable.”
Chi Diep knows something about living in refugee camps. Before she came to Canada in 1979, as part of the historic resettlement of 50,000 Vietnamese fleeing the communist regime, eight-year-old Chi had lived in three refugee camps in Indonesia.
“We were desperate to find a country that would accept us. The American government gave priority to those who had helped their army, Australia wanted farmers, and the Canadian government wanted professionals who were bilingual in French and English. My father was none of those. But we were very fortunate that a church group in Port Perry, Canada offered to sponsor us. Their community had collected enough money to pay for our trip, they gave us a two-bedroom apartment to live, enrolled the children in school, and took my mother to buy groceries once a week.”