Hassan Al Kontar may be a man with no home but he has his sense of humour intact. The Syrian refugee has applied for asylum in Canada and Mars, adopted a pet and done the Kiki Challenge. All while he stays marooned in Kuala Lumpur airport
Whenever I travel abroad, I try to avoid flights which have a long layover at the airport. That’s because it can be boring and sitting for long hours at the lounge can wreak havoc on your back. If just a few hours can be difficult, imagine the plight of a man who has had to live for 150 continuous days at the airport.
This is the remarkable story of a 37-year-old Syrian man, Hassan Al Kontar, who has been stuck at the arrival lounge of Kuala Lumpur International Airport Terminal 2. This terminal is meant for low-cost airlines and its facilities are bare-bones and functional, almost resembling the sombre ambience of a hospital.
This is also the place where passengers spend the least amount of time. As millions of passengers zip through hurriedly to catch their connecting flights, Hassan is stuck with nowhere to go. But at least he now has Miss Crimson, a red stuffed dog for company. “I was gifted Miss Crimson by some friends who bought it at a festival in Malaysia. I walk her around the terminal,” he jokes.
The meeting
On my way back from the Philippines to Chennai recently, I transited through Terminal 2. That’s when I saw a familiar bearded face. I have been following Hassan Kontar’s Facebook account and I instantly recognised him. I approached him, introduced myself and asked if he had a few minutes for a conversation. He jokingly replied he was in no rush and had all the time in the world. We sat down on the empty chairs and engaged in a long conversation. “I live The Terminal literally every day,” he laughs uproariously.
Looking back
Al Kontar escaped the civil war in Syria in 2011. He says he went to the United Arab Emirates for work. But after his work visa expired, he was to be deported back to his country. He protested vehemently, pleading that he would be arrested and possibly killed as soon as he landed in Syria for evading compulsory military service. The Emirati authorities eventually sent him to Malaysia, one of the few countries that issue visa-on-arrival for Syrians. After his three-month Malaysian visa expired, he went to Cambodia, where he was denied entry. He also pooled all his savings to book a flight to Ecuador, one of only three countries in the world that issues visas for Syrians. Sadly, the airlines did not even let him aboard the flight and thus he lost all his savings. Now, he is stuck in the airport with nowhere to go. No country wants him.I read interviews, articles and educate myself on law regarding refugees and asylum-seekers
Yet, he remains positive and optimistic. Despite the occasional melancholic smile on his face, he spoke calmly and seems to keep himself quite busy at the terminal, going by his Facebook page. Today, he’s posted a picture of himself reading besides a potted plant and Miss Crimson. The status reads, “Taking care of my garden is one of my daily habits, music and coffee too. Both of us can use a little sunshine to our life. (sic)”
It is undeniably depressing to stay alone in a terminal, with no work, no money and nowhere to go. Just a few weeks ago, a major tragedy took place in his Syrian village, Al Sweida. Over 200 members, including his friends and peoplehe knew, were massacred by ISIS terrorists. But while mourning their loss, Hassan says he has taken it in his stride. He still uploads pictures on social media describing “his plans for the weekend,” with wistful emoticons of a Martini glass, bowling ball and skier. “I read interviews, articles and educate myself on law regarding refugees and asylum-seekers,” he says cheerily, although he’s going to miss his brother’s wedding. He adds, “The wedding, however, has been postponed because of the massacre. Families are still grieving.”
Hassan Kotnar
I ask him what could possibly be the solution. He shrugs his shoulders helplessly. His only hope is for the Canadian government to offer him asylum, but that has been in limbo too for the last couple of months.
Hassan currently lives on airline meals offered by AirAsia. With no food outlets in the transit lounge, he depends on the charity of airport workers for even a cup of coffee. A McDonald’s burger or a bar of chocolate is a luxury he can ill afford. “Some of the airline staff and the cleaning staff have been more than helpful and caring. I’ve survived on the kindness of strangers,” he says with robust optimism.
He sleeps under an escalator, away from the bustle of the passengers. Someone offered him a foldable thin mattress. With no shower, he uses the bathroom at midnight to give himself a towel bath. He is not allowed to wash clothes. However, he says a few kind airport workers take his clothes home and bring them back washed.
Hassan’s only window to the world is his mobile phone. That is his most important possession and he said that’s what keeps him sane. He chats with his mother often and always puts on a brave front, not wanting her to get worried. He also uses it to update his social network. His timeline is filled with encouraging messages from strangers and friends he made at the airport. Messages like “Hassan Kontar you are loved you are not alone breakthrough is near #strong” by Nduku Ndambuki. One of his followers, Peik Volmer, has even tagged Tom Hanks saying, “Dear Mr Hanks, in the motion picture Terminal you portrayed a man gotten stuck at an airport. May I draw your attention to a Syrian man, my friend Hassan Kontar… Do you have any idea how to free him?”
Tom Hanks in a still from the film ‘Terminal’
Hassan’s sense of humour shines through in his posts. He caught up with the latest viral craze and did a Kiki challenge. The only difference, instead of a car, it was with airport luggage trolleys. He has also applied to NASA to travel to Mars stating that no country on earth wants him.
My time with him was running out as I had to catch my connecting flight. As our conversation came to a close, I reached out for my wallet to give him money. He respectfully declined, while thanking me. Desperate to help him somehow, I asked him if there was anything I could do. He calmly replied, “Please spread my story.”