People can never know where they are tomorrow

I would like to begin my story from the day my relationship with my fiancée in Syria ended. I can’t tell where I’m going to end up yet. A person can never know where he is tomorrow. What happened is another world. You may want to go home, but the next moment you find yourself in another country without anyone. Continue reading “People can never know where they are tomorrow”

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The guardian angel

I was alone in Bahrain. All this way, I was alone. During the first two months in Germany, I was alone. After Bahrain withdrew my visa, I went to Turkey for five days. From there I went on a boat to Greece. The driver of the boat was drunk, so he even threw up. We slept on the boat, but there were no safety vests. It was also difficult in Greece. We had no water. Continue reading “The guardian angel”

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The round table

My name is Noha.

I come from Syria. I was born in Damascus. I grew up in a big family. My father died when I was two years old. I have eight sisters. We’re a woman’s family. My mother is conservative. We had a lot of rules at home. We should study, work and get married. Continue reading “The round table”

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…until I am a Police officer!

I come from Syria and my life was pretty good there. We had a big apartment. Not like here in Germany, where we live in a refugee hostel. My family and I would like to have a house in Germany. It’s not nice to be in a refugee hostel all the time. There are a lot of people here who get the toilets dirty. An apartment would be better. Continue reading “…until I am a Police officer!”

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Let us live in peace!

I come from a small village in the north of Syria. It is a Kurdish village that belongs to Al-Bab and is called Kubat al Shiyh. That is why I am Kurdish. I come from a political family. My father was politically involved in a trade union and in the Communist Party. My mother was a housewife. We are eight brothers and sisters. My father has always helped others with disputes etc. He studied political science in Bulgaria for one year and worked at home as a tailor and as a farmer. Continue reading “Let us live in peace!”

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