Middle-class Syrians thought they’d be safe in Jordan’s cities. But aid that allowed them to live is drying up, and for many the only choice is a camp or, worse, home. AZRAQ, Jordan—Twenty-five year old Naha al Faouri has food, water, shelter, education for her five children, and, most importantly, peace of mind—all the things she lost in Syria. But these comforts don’t outweigh the misery of living in a refugee camp in the middle of the Jordanian desert. She sits on a flat mattress with her legs tucked under her red dress, black eyeliner traced into a point from the corners of her eyes, and tells me that she and her family probably will return to Syria before the heat of summer hits. “We’ll...
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