Crossing over a border ; a dream many unfortunate people hope comes true… but why? Once you cross a border there is no telling where you will end up or even who with. Oh but at least you’re safe from all of the dangers like war and persecution… right? At Least you won’t have to …
Why am I here mother? Why am I not with everyone else? Why am I trapped here? This isn’t my new home… Is it, mother? As I touch my mothers hand for the last time, We smile at each other. We don’t know when we’ll see each other’s smiles again. You try to keep me …
15.05.22, Monday When the missiles hit the house, we packed what wasn’t burning and what was valuable and drove to the border. We sold our car and got one with Polish licence plates to make it simpler to pass through, which didn’t have much of an influence on the large line towards Slovakia, though we …
Over the border Over the wall Over the obstacle That stands in your way Blocking the other side But what is the other side? You always wonder Yet you never thought of actually being Over the border Dreams paint an inaccurate Fantasy in your head Of beautiful landscapes Rainbows and fields full of colour It …
Hello, my name is Ali, and I am 11 years old and from Iraq. I am a displaced person. I had to quit Iraq with my infant sister and mother two months ago. My father and older brother, Omar, were forced to remain in order to fight for our country. I haven’t spoken to them …
The images flickered past. My thought pounding in my head; I wanted to do something say something… anything! A small murmur echoed. Nothing. Once again, the thoughts screamed in my head. Why am I like this? Let me in! But I couldn’t bring myself to face them. So, I walked on. Every day, day after …
Don’t rub salt in the wound Why build borders? Haven’t they been through enough? Why should they try? If a border will stop them anyway? Don’t rub salt in the wound Don’t add insult to injury If we won’t help, They will have nowhere to go Why build detention centres? They are worse than the …
Life is not linear, And it’s certainly not easy, You face the roadblocks And expect it to be breezy. Your first words, Your steps, Even your alphabets, Block you from moving forward, You may even think it’s horrid. But you push through, You try, you cry, Sometimes even think you’d die, Just give the count …
Petrified and worried. I looked up to my terror-stricken parents. Fear fought in their eyes. I was too young to know why, too young to understand the rumours of entering the border before us. I could barely stand, let alone join the fight. In their eyes. Or at home. I do remember small parts of …
Borders. Such beautiful things yet bring such horrific situations and circumstances to those who have to cross them. They separate our differences whether that be race, age, ability or even the difference between life and death. Why do we need them? Is it to prevent or to create fear of things beyond this realm of …
