Baskadia

WAS NOT BORN A REFUGEE

the sun's golden rays stretched across the a busy city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the air. The streets were filled with hurried footsteps and anxious whispers, like a work of uncertainty. Little did I know that this day would mark the beginning of a journey that would shape my life forever.

I was born in a small village nestled in the heart of a war-torn country. My parents, hardworking farmers, had always strived to provide a better life for our family. But the dark clouds of political unrest come out over us, casting shadows of fear and despair.

One fateful morning, the echoes of gunfire shattered the tranquility of our peaceful existence. War had arrived at our doorstep, tearing apart everything we held dear. Our village became a battleground, its once vibrant colors fading into a toneless nightmare.

With heavy hearts, my parents made the difficult decision to flee our homeland in search of safety. We became refugees, leaving behind the comfort of our home and the memories we cherished. The journey was treacherous, filled with perils and uncertainties at every turn.

We joined a throng of desperate souls, each carrying their own story of survival. We traversed vast landscapes, crossing borders and navigating through hostile territories.

Hunger troubled our stomachs, and exhaustion weighed heavily on  our homeland was a stark contrast to the life we once knew. In the refugee camps, hope and despair coexisted like two sides of a fragile coin. Makeshift tents provided little shelter against the elements, and the scarcity of resources tested our resilience. But even in the darkest of times, the human spirit found ways to shine.

Education became my lifeline in the chaos. I immersed myself in books, seeking support and knowledge within their pages. Schooling was scarce, but a few dedicated individuals worked tirelessly to provide us with the gift of learning. They understood that education had the power to shape our destinies, even in the harshest of circumstances.

Years passed, and our refugee status became a bittersweet part of our identity. While we yearned for stability and a place to call home, the scars of war and political instabilities continued to haunt us. The world seemed to have forgotten our plight, and we were caught in a relentless cycle of uncertainty.

But within the refugee community, bonds were forged that transcended nationality or ethnicity. We shared stories, laughter, and tears. We supported one another, becoming a family bound by the common thread of displacement. Together, we found strength in our collective resilience.

Today, I stand as a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. I was not born a refugee, but circumstances beyond my control forced me into a life of uncertainty. War and political instabilities may have disrupted my path, but they could not extinguish the fire within me.

Through education and unwavering determination, I have emerged from the ashes of my past. I now strive to make a difference, to lend my voice to the millions who still live in the shadows of conflict. I am a survivor, a dreamer, and a beacon of hope in a world where borders should not define our worth.

I was not born a refugee, but I am proud of the strength and resilience that being a refugee has instilled in me. The journey has been arduous, but it has shaped me into the person I am today—a person who believes in the power of compassion, understanding, and unity. And I will continue to fight for a world where no one has to be a refugee, where peace and stability prevail over the forces of war and political turmoil.