Once the fighting started, our lives began to change day by day. Living there was very dangerous, especially for young men. You didn’t know whether maybe the next day you would not be alive, because of the snipers.
When I started losing some of my friends, the situation had become very serious. My neighborhood was close to the front line. I was working with the refugee relief effort and this was dangerous, because the regime might accuse you of helping the rebels.
I heard about a project for the UN, and I thought, “OK, I have to help.” My father said: “That’s enough; this is your ticket; you are leaving in ten days.” He bought me a ticket to Egypt.
I went to Lebanon by car and flew to Cairo. I stayed in Egypt for 13 months.