Misery consumes me from deep within. I remember a time when I still had
hope. Hope for a better life. Hope for a brighter future. I imagined a world
where anything was possible and every one was free to determine their
own destiny. I imagined a world with no sadness, no regret, no war and a
harmony between mankind and mother earth.
I don't know what my future holds but I feel as though all hope has faded
and the world I imagined is out of my reach. I don't belong here, my journey
from Afghanistan was like a living hell. I knew from the beginning the risk of
leaving my own country was vast but nothing could have prepared me for
the detention centre I now call home.
One day rolls into the next and now even my imagination fails me. It takes
every last ounce of energy just to force myself out of bed each day. I
wonder if today will be the day. Despondently I walk along the barbed wire
boundary fence that separates me from my freedom. I place my hands on
the rusted wire and give it a hard yank. It holds fast! I am trapped! I have
nothing but time and my own imagination.
I cast my mind back to a happier time. A time when my country was not
at war. I remember the dreams I once had and I use my imagination to
transport me back, back to this happier time. I was a young man with a
dream to become a musician.
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