For four long years of Syria's civil war, Ayham Ahmad found a way to bear the unbearable. The 27-year-old musician took his piano out onto the streets of Yarmouk, a Palestinian refugee camp near Damascus, and played songs about the struggle to survive with a chorus of family, friends and local children. They sang of hunger, friends who had fled or had been killed, and their longing for peace. After Islamic State militants stormed the camp in April and the al Qaeda-linked Nusra Front extended its control over the area, Ahmad moved his wife, son and daughter out of Yarmouk. Shortly after, an Islamist fighter stopped Ahmad as he tried to wheel his piano out of the camp and set his instrument on fire. Ahmad, whose songs once implored Palestinians and Syrians not to risk their lives trying to sail to Europe, finally decided it was time to leave. As he set out in the hope of providing a better life for his family, Ahmad has documented his journey in a series of Facebook posts he calls "Diaries of a Traveler in the Sea." (Ahmad's first name can also be transliterated as Aeham, per his Facebook account.) He also sent The WorldPost images and audio messages documenting his journey in Arabic, which are compiled below with his earlier Facebook posts, to tell the story of the odyssey in his own words. _This story will be updated as Ahmad continues his journey and shares more stories along the way._ LEAVING SYRIA _ Early September_ I left the camp after life had stopped. It was the breaking point. I had to leave. I left Yarmouk to go to Damascus, but I suffered there even more. So I traveled to Homs, and from Homs to Hama, and from Hama and to the Turkish border. The journey cost around $5,000 in payments to the smugglers and there were a lot of problems along the way. I walked for five hours through the mountains to reach Antakya, on the Syrian-Turkish border. From there, I took a bus for 16 hours to arrive in Izmir. I witnessed many things on this strange journey. The smugglers took our money but didn't ensure our safe arrival. There were many Syrians and Palestinian refugees who were living in Syria with us on the journey. THE SEARCH FOR A DINGHY _Sept. 10, 2015_ When I arrived in Izmir, I saw lots of people spending their days and nights on the streets, in the mosques, and in the parks because they couldn't afford to stay in a hotel. I DECIDED TO TAKE A RUBBER DINGHY TO EUROPE, BUT WHEN I SAW THE BOATS THEY HAD AROUND 70 PEOPLE IN THEM, CRAMMED ON TOP OF EACH OTHER LIKE MATCHES IN A MATCHBOX. The sight of these boats made me feel weak, but I knew I had to complete the journey for my children Ahmed and Kenan, and for my mother and father and my wife. I had to complete the journey to Germany so that I could be in a good place for my family. So I decided that I would still take one of the dinghies, at a cost of around $1,250. When we boarded the rubber dinghy, we were surprised to find that the motor engine was rusted and decaying. The engine wouldn't start several times. The smuggler didn't do anything to help us. He just kept shouting and screaming at people. There were sharks clustering around the boat, very close to me. So we decided to wait and try again the following morning. CROSSING THE SEA _ Sept. 16, 2015_ The boat was scheduled to depart at 5 a.m. The smuggler asked us not to turn on our phones, not to smoke and not to turn on any lights so the Turkish and Greek coast guards wouldn't see us. I slept in the woods for about an hour. When I woke I found some guys I was traveling with setting up the inflatable boat. The smuggler is meant to do this, but we just wanted to get there safely so decided to do it ourselves. We had made a deal with the smuggler that he wouldn't let more than 40 people get in with us, but we ended up with more than 67 people and a lot of baggage. The water we crossed looks like the Black Sea or the Mediterranean Sea. There were very strong waves. But on that day the sea was quiet and smooth. Thanks to God. We trusted in God and God protected us. REACHING EUROPE'S SHORES _Sept. 16, 2015_ I finally reached the borders of Europe, the Greek island of Lesbos. The sights I saw there were also terrible -- I saw many people, including the elderly, sleeping in the streets. It was really upsetting. I felt that Europe was not more beautiful than my home in Yarmouk, but because of the presence of the militants in the camp, life there had become unbearable. I want to return to the camp as soon as the situation improves. Europe is a land of freedom. Now that I'm in Europe I can continue to keep singing about life in Yarmouk and the people who live there. -- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.
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