“I go to school but my thoughts are with my brother”

My name is Nasiba from Afghanistan. I’m 16 years old. I live in Malmö with my family.
We lived in a country where we were threatened by the Taliban. Then we could not live in the country because there were a lot of terrorists. The Taliban even harassed us. They often threatened my dad and hit him. If I’m going to tell you about my life, it’s not enough for three days. But I will tell you.

One thing I’ll tell you I’ll never forget it, once when Dad worked at the farmhouse, my brother Aref wanted to leave food for Dad, the Taliban came and threatened to bring daddy and kill Aref. The Taliban hit my father but he could not beat Aref because he was on a donkey. The Taliban continued to threaten them. He had weapons in his hand and hit Aref so he fell on the ground struck his nose. When the Taliban left them, he threatened them and told Dad that it was the last time he lasted him if he did not grow opiunvallmo instead of wheat and he also told my dad to join Taliban otherwise they will brought his wife and his daughters , they would rape his sons and hang him on a tree.

Afterwards, we had to flee from there to Ghazni. There we had nowhere to live. We were completely confused, we did not know where we would go. It was dark and we ran and the Taliban followed us. Then my uncle was shot and died. We could not bring his body. When we arrived in Ghazni we still had nowhere to live. Later we met a family who was moving to Iran. We were allowed to rent a room from that family. The rent was too expensive. The Taliban was after us so we rarely ate food. Then, Dad asked the family to bring my two brothers. Because dad would save his children. He wanted the Taliban to neither force them nor kill them.

That family said they could not bring two people because the man himself had many children. Dad must leave Aref and after eight months, Hassan, my second brother left. Aref was looking for Hassan but he failed. It took a few years. Then we were told that Aref lives in Sweden. We had difficulty believing in it. At the Swedish Migration Board, he requested that we move to Sweden. We have to go to Pakistan to be interviewed. It was tough and we had no money , Finally we got money, it was tough to make money. After the interview, it took about four years to get a message from the Swedish Migration Board in Sweden. When we were interviewed, Hassan was 16 years old so after the message he was over eighteen. Four people in the family got “Yes” but Hassan got “No”. My parents did not want to come here without Hassan for their children was the only hope to live on. They could not leave their child. But we still had to come here because at least we had something to eat and here we had something to survive.

Now Sweden has opened our arms warmly and received us, and I would like to show my gratitude in some way.
My family is not good at all. I go to school but my thoughts are with my brother. I have difficulty concentrating on my studies My teacher is wondering why I’m not stuck, what I’m thinking about. I can not tell her the reason. At night I dream nightmares … I pray that the Swedish state helps us … We need help. I want Sweden to help us. I wish my brother will come here and live with us. In the night, my mother cries and shouts where is Hassan?

A Million Stories Sweden: Nizar Keblawi, Nina Olsson, Sara Sarabi, Malin Gillberg, Daniel Björklund, Mats Nordström.

A Million Stories Sweden volunteers: Fariborz Ghadir, Mohamad Mohsin, Yazan Saad, Tarek Aloudallah, Dalia Saleem, Yara Ali, Ahmad Younes, Chaimae Hamri.

In association with



Dublin Core: Language: Language will appear here Subject: Enter comma separated keywords here