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… this letter for new pm

“… this letter for new pm,

why they treat us like that i don’t know what we have done to them I don’t know even those who were close to us as a friend from Australia with an order beat us which I hadn’t expected to do it which I respect them and shared the story of my life which who just told us about his holiday in travelling to other countries and how they enjoyed it after left the place where we are suffering more than enough and held for long time without seeing other Ordinary things we are not jealous of them but when they talk about humanity we expect to see humanity not cruelty please treat us like humans when you tell me brother in our culture we treat you as a brother, is that Australian culture after telling you brother with one order assault to them because of this bloody money, why Australian citizen are silent when the border force act said that don’t speak out when you see the abuses and if you say something you will go to jail, is there like that in Australia abuse doesn’t have any punishment in our fucking country we had law but because they didn’t obey we scape and come to your country by boat because was not any legal wait to to come legally to your country we risk our lives in ocean waves to catch the hands of your help not to living with fear in a place that you brought us by force we didn’t come to destroy your country we are not your enemies, I don’t like begging for anything but your treatment forced me to do it again and again, congrats to new pm please you show us the real Australian treatment not like that guard or immigration officer who assaulted to me and other people in offshore, if that makes sense to you please show humanity to us”

– Manus

The Dentist

THE DENTIST

Running. I am running In the forest with people hunting me. I hear their feet running behind me. I look back at scary faces and red teeth. They scream as they run, lift their spears. I have no shoes – but I run. Closer – they are coming closer.

I can see the ocean and now I am stuck between these screaming people and the ocean. I lift my hands up. Surrender. Closer – they come closer. The chief throws his spear toward me.

I wake in fright.

It is the middle of the night.

I hear a scream. This is the scream I just heard in my dream.

Afraid, I rise and search for the screamer.

Walking along a corridor I find many security from the Papua New Guinean army.

They stand in a circle around a table. Their teeth too are red. Later I find that this redness is the result of some kind of herb. Seli is screaming, curled against the excruciating pain in his teeth. A security officer takes his leg, clamps it down tight.

Another officer takes Seli’s face, holds his head, forces open his jaw, shines a candle into his mouth.

Mark takes some wire from the fence. Mark knows how to use the wire. Here in Manus camp, he has many patients.

Mark heats the end of the wire with a cigarette lighter, pushes the red tip into the hole in Seli’s tooth and tells him not to make too much noise. The wire sizzles against the nerve. Mark quickly pulls the wire out, heats the tip again, sticks the red tip in the hole, pulls it out, heats and repeats. This goes on for an hour.

Seli has lived with this torturous pain for five months. There is no clinic, no one to treat him and the many others who also suffer here in Manus camp. Mark has become our dentist in this place where there is none. He knows how to use the wire and sometimes his wire will alleviate the pain – for a while. He has treated many people with his wire over the past 15 months.

Added to this treatment are the painkillers that we take every day. Every day we stand in line at Medical, waiting for pain killers. Over and over we take these drugs.

It is our daily routine.

A few days ago, we were happy. After 15 months, immigration was sending us a dentist. It seems the media’s pressure forced this issue.

When the dentist arrives he starts work on the more than 300 people who have bad teeth and bad pain. Seli is one of them.

Yesterday I was surprised to see Seli in the medicine line again. I asked him, ‘Seli – why are you here? Seli, are you ok? Are your teeth good?’

He answered me with with a sardonic smile, shook his head, turned and shuffled forward in line for his drugs.

I think to myself, ‘Seli is now an addict.’

– Behrouz Boochani

I wish I would had Died in Ocean, too

Welcome Dear Aylan, my name is Reza Berati.
I am also a Kurd.
Don’t be scared baby, we are not alone.
Hamid Khazaei is also here.
We were Asylum Seeker’s as well but there is a difference:
‘We Survied to Shore and then we Died but you couldn’t. At least You suffered less’.
I know that the only thing you heard in your life was Bombs and Guns noises all the time, and your ears were full of these Harsh noises.
You tried to learn to Walk and escape from all this.
You learnt walking and tried to flee but…?!
Was it our fate or Policy? Actually I dont know??!!
Mr.Dutton has said Yesterday it is a lawfull policy!
Was it Lawfull for me?
Can you put yourself in my shoes Mr.Minister?
Do you see it lawfull if you were me?
Dear Aylan I survived in Ocean.
I was then forced to go to Manus and I asked for Freedom after 6 months and I got killed.
Believe me, Drowning in Ocean is far far better than suffering and dying gradually.
Its OK baby Aylan. It’s Ok.
Maybe The Ocean wanted to tell you there is no one expecting you in Shore…

B. detained Manus Island 26 months.