~by Emilie Whitman
In a camp of over a hundred thousand displaced people, the number our psych team spoke with that day was small. We’d all been crammed into a tiny trailer to see patients in the Arab Medical Relief (AMR) compound in Al-Zaatari. After a while Dad and I left with a translator to a Saudi-funded compound, where some people were waiting to see a psychologist.
I jotted down the first woman’s name and date of birth, 1971. We learned that she’d been forced to marry a 55 year-old when she was thirteen. “A very hard life,” she called it.