Syrian Children Forage Through Trash to Survive

— -- “I got used to the smell of garbage. Some of it stinks more than others," says nine-year-old Maher, laughing at his own remarks. "At first I used to feel like I was about to faint before I finished my job, but my nose got used to the stench.”

It’s not unusual in different areas in Damascus and its countryside to see children and sometimes older men or women climbing into garbage cans, foraging for scraps of food. Passersby often turn their faces away from the scene. The young children who collect good from the garbage can are often insulted or beaten by their peers, who ridicule their digging and the mess they create around the garbage cans.

Raef, also nine, digs into the trash with his brother. They work as a team – they call it a gang – and manage to pick out the best pieces of trash on offer. “If I alone don’t bring useful stuff to sell, my father will hit me,” Raef said.

What do they do with this garbage?

“Sometimes we find something to eat," said Maher.

"Often we separate and categorize things, each item alone: bread, plastics, clothes, shoes, and even vegetables, leftovers, and food materials that only sheep would eat. We collect all of these and sell them to people that could make use of them by selling them to other people or by using them.”

He adds, "People buy these items to recycle them. Plastic and other materials are fused to make other objects, and so are iron cans and others."

Although he refused to join the conversation at first, Maher's brother Zuhair later commented with anger: “Most of those buyers are exploiters. They buy things from us for very cheap prices, but we have to sell to them because we want to live.”

Zuhair and Maher were displaced from Yalda to the al-Barde area on al-Kiswa Road. They moved with their family of seven siblings, their disabled elderly father, and their stepmother, who only takes care of her little four children at the expense of Zuhair and Maher, who had to quit school after their decampment, and then took the job of collecting waste. As for their older sister "Shadia,” 12, her stepmother forbid her from going with her brothers to collect garbage, because she says Shadia is now old enough to start learning housework to prepare for marriage.

As for Raef, who came with his family from al-Hussienia to al-Barde too, he says: “I quit school from the second grade, I was lazy [he laughs], and I don’t like school anyway, and I don’t like this job either, but I had to work after my father’s car was stolen. My father was a taxi driver, and his car was our source of living, and he was once beaten by the police before us because they accused him of joining the Free Army, and they then found out that he was innocent of this charge.”

Raef adds: “My father became too afraid to leave home, he feared that if he did, he might be accused again or get taken at army checkpoints. I must work so we can eat.

“Sometimes I find good things and I wonder why people threw them away. Once I found a new pair of trousers. The pocket was torn a little, so my mother sewed it for me and I’ve been wearing them since last year,” he said.

Raef's father has a drinking problem and gets rough with his mother and younger brothers. But he rarely beats Raef, because his foraging brings the family a trickle of income. The family lives in a small room in an unfinished building; they can’t afford more space.