IAmASyrianRefugee
How does it feel, to live in the UK as a refugee?
I'm sorry for my English as it is very poor, but imagine you are in a jungle at night; you cannot see anything, you do not know where you are, but you are running. Running from the mysterious creatures in the jungle that want to capture you; they have been intoxicated by your scent and thier only objective is to devour you leaving nothing but bones.
All of a sudden in the distance you see a light, you see smoke burning from the chimney, and as the fog unfolds your worries immediately fade. Your heart jumps out of your chest as you try to sprint faster and faster towards this light.
A house in the middle of nowhere automatically opens it's doors; it's as if it knows the pain you have suffered, knows the longing of safety you have so badly craved; it embraces you, looks after you, provides for you.
You would do anything for this house, because if it was not for this house...you know you would not be alive.
Your love for the house overwhelms you, so much that you want to give everything you own to the mercy of this home. At night whilst your about to sleep within the comfort of the four walls, your spoken gratitudes result into breathless tears of joy.
Without this house.... only God knows where you would be.
Now picture the UK is that house. The house that provided me with immeasurable refuge, is the closest comparision as to what living in the UK as a refugee is like.
Words cannot describe what your country has done for me. It has provided me with a renewed life, welcomed me into the community, and helped me conqer the horrors of the necromantic creatures of the forest.
Everything I do now will be for the house, I owe everything I have the house... to the UK.
Words cannot describe what your country has done for me. It has provided me with a renewed life, welcomed me into the community, and helped me conqer the horrors of the necromantic creatures of the forest.
Everything I do now will be for the house, I owe everything I have the house... to the UK.
This is my country now. No, not mine - ours. And I owe my life to it.
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