Rajeh is born in 1990, and from Zabadani, Syria.
I had a very pleasurable life. I had everything I needed. We owned four shops, we did maintenance of computers and cellphones. I did not finish my education.
We needed to escape to save our lives. I came to Denmark via Lebanon, Turkey, Greece, Serbia, Hungary, Macedonia, Austria and Germany. I have been her for four years now. I still don’t have a permission to stay.
From Copenhagen, I was transferred to Sønderborg. I had to validate my ID all the time. I got my asylum card in 2015. I moved from Sønderborg to a camp near Roskilde, and was then transferred to Holstebro. I got rid of most of my clothes because I was moved all the time. I got very depressed from moving from place to place. I don’t think they think that I come from a country where there is war.
I get 500 DKK every 2 weeks, and have no rights in Denmark. I don’t feel like a human being anymore. I found three different jobs and sent the contracts to immigration services, but there is no answer from any of them.
My father is here in Denmark too, he is 80 years old and very ill. I tried to move to his address to help him, but immigration services won’t allow that. I haven’t been to language school yet, and I can’t get a drivers license. I was put in prison here in Denmark, and I do not think I have any human rights. Dansk Flygtningehjælp helped me find a lawyer. After a year and four months, the lawyer contacted me. They tell me they don’t know why I fled from Syria. I need to know why they don’t accept my case in Denmark. I had a rejection, and after that I was sent to court.
All my brothers came to Denmark after me, and they all got permission to stay and are now settled here. After the court case I did not get permission to stay after seven days, not on the day as usual. I find that very strange. I gave all my papers to immigration services. They refuse to hand the papers back to me, so I can’t seek asylum in other countries.
My father has cancer and I stayed with him for a month, while he was at the hospital. I had to sign my papers two times per week while going there. I do not have enough money to travel, so I was fined on the train because I did not have a ticket. Often I got thrown off the train. That is why I do not feel like they treat me like a human. I have to ask everyone for money. Who can live for that amount of money? 500 DKK per two weeks? All my clothes is from Red Cross.
They wanted the police to send me back to Syria, but the police refused to do that. They rejected me because I am a 100% Syrian citizen. My mother is from Lebanon but lives in Syria. She got married in Syria and signed the wedding contract there. The Lebanese authorities do not recognize me because my mother is in Syria. She died last year (2017). The Danish embassy asked the Lebanese embassy to register my mother as single, and then they asked me to seek asylum in Lebanon. I can’t go back to Lebanon because the Assad army control the borders and the airport.
I still need my papers to seek asylum somewhere else. I don’t want permission to stay in Denmark. I lost 25 years in Syria and 5 in Denmark. I need to charge the immigration services because I lost my life for nothing.
The police contacted me because I now need to go to Lebanon, but they don’t know were to send me. I must sign some papers from them, but I won’t do that. The police threw me out, and I told them I need a lawyer, but they told me I have no rights. I don’t know why they treat me like this, like a criminal?
This is my story, a rather sad one. The police see me as a criminal, but I am a victim of war. I don’t have any dreams any longer. I am not seen as a human being. I have spent all this time in agony, in a really bad situation.Dublin Core: Language: en Subject: a million stories, denmark, syria, refugee,