My melancholy changes daily and I miss it.
One day I feel something heavy like a mountain on my heart.
The next it is a knot in my throat.
On another, it is a river in my eyes.
Then a sweet dream in my mind.
The melancholy that grows old and tall alongside me
And now in my youth
Among strangers and sorrows
I live behind the bars of sadness
In a foreign world.
Yes I live here.
The cause for melancholy these days
Is the uncertainty.
Uncertainty for the future.
But I think about my childhood …
My name is Mohammad Mehdi Hossaini. I’m 16 years-old from Kandahar.
I live in Athens in the Schisto refugee camp. My dream is for everyone to be free of their sorrows and to rediscover the joy and peace they are looking for.
I want to become a neurosurgeon.
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