A month in Germany away from my family

Samira was one of the first contributors to the paper and is now writing from Germany

Family separation… Just the sound of the word was like a terrifying nightmare. Yet the terrifying nightmare has now become a very bitter reality. Never in my life had it occurred to me that I might be separated from my family, because there was never a reason for that. But it was destined to be. No adult or child can ever be happy if they are obliged to live far away from their family or loved ones. Yet the problems and hardship of life have forced this on us. 

It was the prospect of a better and more tranquil life that led me to this. It was a desire that led me to abandon the soil of my homeland. For me, the first bitter experience in my life was the separation from my friends, from my loved ones and from everything that bound me to Iran. While I was with my family, I still hoped. But cruel fate tore me away from my loved ones. Now I am forced to carry all the weight on my own shoulders. There are times that I feel so alone and so weak that I think I won’t be able to carry on living. But when I remember why I came here, I tell myself that I must have the strength to overcome all obstacles in my way. And I must hope that one day I will see my family again and live with them in peace. 

Therefore, all those of us who live far away from our families, must have the courage to continue following our dreams and ambitions. I do hope that there will come a day when there will be no refugees in the world.