Living on the Precipice of Change

Have you ever seen the film The Terminal? Tom Hanks plays a man arriving at JFK airport in New York City. Due to the political collapse of the government, he is unable to legally enter the airport and can not return home until the war is rectified.

[Please do not deem my view as a critical take or a microcosm set to reflect the happenings of today society - for I assure this film was made for entertainment value.] However, when researching Za'atari and its inhabitants I couldn't help but keep thinking of this movie. Here is a man without a country, unable to return home, and unable to enter into America; he remains at the terminal, waiting until someone with a bureaucratic power higher than him deems it him okay to return home or enter into New York city. He forges for food, makes new connections, conquers many obstacles, and ultimately struggles with the idea that he was caught on the precipice of change; within the process but caught in ambiguity and disorientation. This is the reality for these refugees, unable to move forward to create a life in a new country and unable to return home to Syria without fear of returning to a death sentence. This type of prolonged uncertainty surely damages the mind and has terrible consequences on their outlook of the future.