Although my mother is Jordanian and I was born in Jordan, my father is Syrian and in Arabic countries we follow the citizenship of the father. Every year we used to go to Syria for holidays, and every year my father would say, ‘Just one more year and then we’ll move back.’ After we turned 18, my brother and I were asked to do the military service in Syria, but we said no because we wanted to finish our degrees. As a result, the Syrian embassy wouldn’t issue us passports.
Then, the Syrian war started. Our situation was . . .