In a corner of Hamra Street amid the daily hustle and bustle, motorists and passersby may not notice this family of four — a single mother, two girls and a boy. Um Ahmed, in her late twenties, dressed in a blue veil and a burgundy coat, sits on the sidewalk and simply waits while her three young children play around her. “We arrived in Lebanon three months ago from the suburbs of Aleppo,” she says. “My husband remained in Syria to protect our house but told me it was best if I take the kids and flee to Lebanon. ‘There’, he said, ‘are many organizations that are taking care of Syrian refugees’, but here I am, as you see, on the street waiting for the good hearted people to offer us anything.” Try handing her money, however, and she will not accept. Instead, Um Ahmed asks for help finding a
