I've known how to write my name since I was four years old, so as I watched Cedeh sit down with paper and a prized ink pen and slowly work through the letters of her name I had a sense of peering into someone's shame.
When you stand face-to-face with a person who is shedding tears of gratitude for the support they have received and witness their progress, it is clear that help is not in vain. Call it naiveté, call it blind faith, call it Pollyannaish. Or call it what it is: hope.
The Middle East is a complicated place, but some things are not complicated. It is not complicated to understand that many young people care not for politics, but only want a just life and a decent job.