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<\/a><\/p>\nMuhannad was born and raised in the camp. At the end of 2012 when ISIS imposed its rule, he and his family departed, leaving behind \u201ceverything\u201d. \u201cWe thought we will be returning in seven days. These days became 7 years,\u201d Muhannad tells SANA reporter.<\/p>\n
Muhannad\u2019s tour in the camp turned to be a trip down the memory lane. His agitation becomes increasingly visible as he moves past places that served as milestones during his childhood and teen days. Part of his school has been decimated and the other collapsed due to digging operations by terrorists underneath it.<\/p>\n
On both sides of al-Ahram streets, narrow alleys branch. A hundred meters away, \u2018Tabaria (Tiberias)\u201d neighborhood is located. Muhannad points to the place where he lived. Taking tentative steps, he enters the building from a door left ajar. Chaos is everywhere. A veil of thick dust covers the place. The dim light pouring through two openings in the wall was not enough to read the reaction on his face when he saw his house. He puts his feeling into words, though: \u201cI don\u2019t know. I am happy because I am at my house. But I am sad, too.\u201d<\/p>\n He inspects some pieces of furniture, speaking as if to himself: \u201cThese are not ours. Some of these are stolen. Others have been relocated.\u201d Passing his hand across the dressing table in the bedroom, he then pulls it away, horrified. \u201cOh my God! A handcuff! They have turned our house into a prison.\u201d<\/p>\n After he regains composure, Muhannad moves on to examine the wardrobe, excited at the thought of recovering his little sister\u2019s dresses which he thought would make her happy, before he remembers that she was only two years old when they left the camp. \u201cThey no longer suit her,\u201d he says, smiling. Opting for another plan, he takes some clothes for his mother, putting them in a bag, along with a set of books, crystal cups and an iron.<\/p>\n As he prepares to leave, Muhannad takes few photos of the place as an attempt to \u201cdocument this passing terrorism.\u201d The camera lens takes snapshots of the kitchen, bathroom, living room, now all a pile of debris.<\/p>\n Nearby, Ersan Hamdan, a father of seven, stands lamenting the destruction. \u201cThe camp is ruined. What matters is that we got rid of them,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n Tasneem al-Saadi, a former resident of al-Quds Street, says as she inspects the damage: \u201cNothing is better than safety. May God protect the Syrian army.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>