My mothers dream was …

I never saw my country, Afghanistan. I should ask my father and my mother about it because they braught me into this world.
I was born in Iran. I saw many of the Afghan people. I saw that some of them were happy and some of them were sad.
My mothers dream was that I should live one day in a European country, for example Germany, England or Switzerland. But now, after all the problems on the way, in the borders…. I had to stay in Greece.
Somehow I could find my dream and my mothers dream and know I am not disappointed. Because of the hard way that I passed.
Now, by all the anger I try to make my future. I believe that if I try now, I will be successful to make my life. And finally, I can make my mothers dream for real!