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Jawad’s Journey

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Hello I am Jawad and I live in Hamburg now for the last three and a half years. I am from Afghanistan and I want to tell the story of how I came to Hamburg. It is a long story. That I had to leave my country was not my decision and it was also not my decision that I was born in this country.

When I was four years old I had to leave my village and country because of the war in Afghanistan. We fled to Iran. The situation in Iran for refugees was not good. We got a paper to stay only for a short while. We were not allowed to go to school or to work and we could not buy anything in our name. They put a lot of pressure on us so that we would leave quickly again. When they saw us on the street we were always controlled and it also happened that men, when they got back from work, were arrested and deported. In Maschat at the border there was a concentration camp for Afghan refugees. There was no food but a lot of torture. I was not in the camp but my friends told me about it. They had to stand the whole day in the sun or in the winter in the cold. They had to do forced work and when the guards found out that one had been to Iran before, they tortured them. Nearly all of those who left the camp became mentally ill and were deported to Afghanistan. Still today there are people who get shot by soldiers at the border. Many are afraid of that and do not try to escape to Iran.
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travel of a refugee

AFGHANISTAN

I’d been living in AFGHANISTAN for almost 11 years.

In AFGHANISTAN our lives were very bad. There I never went to school because there our lives were very bad. When I was 6 years old I had to work.

When I was 7 years old my father has been killed. I wished to go to school but I couldn’t because I had to work.

At home we had just an old radio and when I was listening to it, I said to myself that one day I would be able to make something like that because I liked technology and now I still like it.
I said to my mother I wanted to go to school. But she said “you must work for us”. After my father death I was the older son of my family.

After my father death I have stayed with my family for 3 years. After 3 years I went to IRAN for work.

IN IRAN

I came to IRAN with smugglers.
I went to ISLAMQALLAH, near the border. At night I spoke with a smuggler but he told me that I needed 1 000 000 toman (name of the money in IRAN) – 700 euros- to go to TEHRAN .I said that I didn’t have 1 000 000. He told me he would bring me to TEHRAN only if I paid 1 000 000. I said it was ok and when I reached TEHRAN I would give him 1 000 000. He said ok. At last he told me we would have to walk only during the night.

From ISLAMQALLAH to TEHRAN we walked about 18 days. We slept during the days in the mountains. It was a very hot summer. We were hungry and thirsty, especially thirsty. After 18 days we reached TEHRAN.

In TEHRAN suburb the smugglers caught me because I didn’t have money. I had to stay with them during two weeks. After two weeks one of them said: “if you don’t have money you must work for us”. But I asked him: “for how many days will I have to work for you?”. He said “3 months”. “It’s a lot” I said but he told me “it’s not a lot and I started to work in the fields, buildings…
I worked there during 3months and after he told me that I was free. I was happy and then I went to the town.
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About peace in Afghanistan

Afghanistan is our country. It is the best, everyone loves his country. Country is like a mother because it is where I was born. I want peace in our country. For that we need help of other countries.
How should we build our country? We can not get a job it is not peace. America cant keep peace because they don’t aim to.
Our main request is human rights. Especally in Afghanistan. Every where we have a life like slaves. We can’t do anything nowhere!!!

I wish to live in a peace and happy place

The main problem is I have three sisters and one brother. Our parents died. Because of the war we lost our parents. We couldn’t our life in peace. We would love to study bu we were stooped. I decided to go to a Europe country.
The first thing that comes in my mind when I thing about Greece it is no place that can help us or solve our problems.
From my point of view there is no border for human beings because we are human. From three month that we are crossing the borders we did not smile because we are anxious for crossing the border. Whenever we go somewhere people look at us like we are criminals or have bad manners.
If I would life with complete freedom in a world without borders … I want to live my life as a normal human being like a European. I want to study and step up to a good position. It is not my fault that I am from Afghanistan. From childhood till now we spent our lives in sadness.
If I would be an animal I would be a bird so I can fly somewhere to a very peace and happy place.

I came to Europe out of craziness

My story is a bit different. I came to Europe out of craziness.
My mother dies 9 years ago. I studies in school until 9 grade. My father married again. We are two brothers. My brother is in Afghanistan and I am here. I fall in love with the daughter of my uncle. They are living in Germany and one time they have visited us in Afghanistan. They knew that my mother died and they always loved me very much. Also for 14 years my father and uncle did not talk to each other. They had a fight about something small they couldn’t even remember. So I saw my cousin. They took me for walks and Ii fall in love. But my parents didn’t agree. My stepmother is never on my side. I talked to my cousin and told her “ I love you!. She ask me how it is possible. That our parents would never agree. Also we are from different environments our liefs are apart like heaven and earth. After one month the left back to Germany.
When they left I got lovesick.
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What I think of most …

One day I was sitting home and thinking. What should I do? I decided I have to go to Europe. I told my father about my decision. He said it is my life and my decision. He said he would support me as much as possible. His money was just enough for me to reach this country. I left my home 8 months ago. My uncle is in Enlgand. He promised to help me arrive there. Now he does not answer his phone and I don’t know what to do. I have no money left. For amonth I was sleeping outside on the streets. In the night I walked around because it was very cold. During the day I slept for some hours. I am waiting for the call of my uncle. Why does he not call? The only thing I am thinking all the time is that I have to leave this country. I have to leave this country! If I cannot leave this country to another European country, I will return to my family in Iran. It doesn’t matter where I go, I just want to leave from here! I want to go to school again and I want asylum.

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My mothers dream was …

My mothers dream was... Farsi version
My mothers dream was... Farsi version
I have had never seen Afghanistan.
This question should be asked from my father and Mather, that they gave birth to me in Iran-
The days go spend but so hard.
For somebody good, and certainly for a lot of people so BAD in every point of view. (Corporeal, spiritual)
My aim was, I found my future in a country that I love. (Sweeden, Finland,”Germany”)
But now, with all the that I struggle had to put out to achieve my dreams, unfortunately I lost it.
And I continue my life with the dream of that lovely country.
But I am not hopeless, and I’m thinking with my whole body the bright future in a darkness city.
I will shot an arrow to the darkness maybe it have an accident to goal.
And I believe it, If I want with all my endeavors I can be succeed.
I never be hopeless…

I am always smiling, but inside I cry.

My Father worked in the force in Afghanistan. He had a better life. Two of my brothers finished University. One of them was electrician the other was psychologist. At that time, nobody could go to university because it was expensive.

We had a good life …until the war started. Every day the war got worse, it was very hart in Kabul.

Some people were locking for my father. They said, they will kill him. Because of that we decided to go to Gazni-City. Because of my father they arrested two of my uncles, they tortured them. They tock all of our homes. My father was unemployed then. Before, my father had always helped all of my uncles and our friends, now they helped him. We started a farm and bought two cows. Like that we started our life new. At that time our life took a looping. One of my brothers, from a neighbour-country, he lived in. he said that he was worried about us. He wanted us to go with him to the other country. My father didn’t accept. He called us a lot, he was very afraid for us. After one year he came again. Two times he came to ask us to come with him, finally we had to go with him.

We left in the middle of the night. We were afraid people want not understand.

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