UNSAID PAGES OF A REFUGEE


"Refugees didn't escape a place..

They had to escape a thousand memories until they'd put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day"

The term "Refugee" is one the known common term to us.. To have own house is a one of the biggest dream that a person ever have..but we, the refugees are the people who are deprived of it..As a refugee I  have experienced extremely stressful events because of political ,  religious oppression, war,migration and resettlement..we are being forced to flee from our own homeland..we lossed our property ,tasted the bitterness of mankind.. torturing and malnutrition have became our common routine..we girls are shivering with the fear of rape and harrassment..memories of our childhood running through war, where other children are playing with toys and waking up with the sound of birds chirping above their windows, we refugees are often awakened from the sound and dark smoke of bombardment above our head..dreams have been shattered..even clouds seems smoky..we are in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes death seems soothing rather than blending in the knots of this cruel tortures and harrassments.even a clean waterdrop becomes one of our wish..just a strong wind  can destroy out tents. Where to go?? whom to complain?? We begged but they barked.when we craved to stay in our land,.they crumbled our lands..

I also want to let you know about the pain that our daughters and sister went through. Some were raped. I remember one girl once told me that she was raped by a military officer in camp, then she was brutally harrassed she described how they were inconsolable and had given up on life..some of the girls of her age committed suicide.she told me about the physical and emotional wounds they had, how their families were shamed, how they no longer had any sort of future in their traditional tribal families and home towns ,how they were disowned...

Very painfully I remember when some officers came and they were curious to take pictures, some prying journalist want to capture our moment of despair only for their profit..instead of people helping us out of despair, they want to save it on their Flash drives ,show it at banquet dinners and use it as gimmick..rage about opportunistic journalist now seemed quite mild..sometimes I just feel - "Better to die by bombs and snipers, but with dignity ,than here..

the only thing I want to shout is that- "we too are human beings, we too feel hunger, feel thirst..."

We became refugees only you refuse us to get refined....