Afghan Refugee

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

This Decision Is Final!

Afghanistan you have been my home and my country for the past 19 years, but it’s time for me to leave. It is a sad day for me to be leaving my loving family and friends but if I try and stay here I will not be living much longer. It is going to be a tough journey, physically and mentally but it will be one that is going to hopefully make my life worth living, even if I have no family to share it with.

The fighting and terrorism is becoming more constant and more violent as the weeks and months go by. The bombings and gunfire echoes throughout Afghanistan as the Taliban fight for what they believe in. Many young male members of the Hazara Minority like me are living in fear of either being killed or recruited to fight for Mullah Omar and the Taliban.

My cousin, who I was living with recently was taken from our house and was ordered to recruit many more male teens, including myself and the others living with us to become suicide bombers and militia but refused to do so, I witnessed him being shot in the head from point blank range as I and a few others laid terrified about 50 meters away in bushes and shrubs. We were lucky to get out of there alive; I could have been like Asa, lying in the middle of a field left to be eaten by animals. Witnessing the murder of Asa really confirmed my decision to flee Afghanistan and go and seek refuge in a country that is going to abide by the Declaration of Human Rights.

I wish I could have gone and buried him I was just too afraid of running the risk of getting caught. I got as much money and valuable items as I could to fund my escape from Afghanistan to safety, leaving my family and friends without saying goodbye.

I have a plan and the first thing I need to do is to get to Kabul, and the only way is by bus, I have enough money to get there, but I am no sure who I can trust.