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A message from sweet home (Somalia) to an unknown sweet girl

Hello child.
I am just wondering where you live now?
You disappeared without saying goodbye.
You used to tell me I was the only place you had on the earth.
Where is that patriotic, brave girl who used to say: “I will protect my homeland from anything bad”?
What has happened to her?
Where did she go?
OH SWEET GIRL
You were born inside of me.
Why did you leave me like this?
Have you forgotten my warm nights and bright breezy days?
Have you forgotten lying on my sand with a big beautiful smile on your face?
Oh my dear… unforgettable moments!
You were fearless, a strong and beautiful child
playing around with self confidence.
Sweet girl we call to you.
Home is the only place you will be loved and respected.
COME HOME GIRL,
COME HOME,
COME HOME,
COME HOME!

Maria (Nauru)

A cry

Written by a 16 year old girl detained on Nauru

O GOd help us and save us from here.
We will stand our ground in peaceful protest
and will not use violence against any officers.
Many have sewed their lips.
The situation here is very tense.
Everybody cries at night.
No one is in a good mental health.
Everybody’s attempting suicide.
Five under age [under 18] have committed self harm with glass.
Some older people wanted to cut their own neck arteries.
I am a 16 year old girl who is tired of life.
I want to kill myself.
Please take my cry to the world.
Please, I beg you, if it is possible tell my message to the world.
Thank you.
I really need help.
– Leila (not real name) 16 years Nauru 2015.

Open Letter to the Senators and Government of Australia

8th October 2015 (by Asylum Seekers detained on Nauru)

Mourning and weeping from Hell

These words are coming from hell. There are many broken hearts screaming with headache because we have been kept here for such a long time with nothing except failing lives.

Our stories might not be interesting to you. If you spend lots of time doing nothing please listen to our voices and try to feel what these voices and what this letter tells you.

It is not magnificent. It is pain. Yes, extreme pain. This pain makes tears for all and everyone’s tears have made this letter for this beautiful nation.

Yes our dreams are failing , we are failing with out hopes and we are failing with our future too.

Our lives set on fire by inhuman politics. That fire burns us little by little every single second.

Those who can feel our bodies and souls burning with our dreams, you are the real Australians and great humans.

We can’t imagine why humanity is disappearing from this nation. Waiting and waiting, just a little bit of hope in everyones deep hearts that the disappearing humanity will return back to everyone. Then we will see that humanity will feel our pain and extreme grief and share our feelings. Let’s see… we are waiting.

We have kids yet we can’t think about our future. We can’t do anything for them, even their smallest wish. Our kids are dying slowly infront of us. We can see it with our own eyes. Every second our hearts are crying so badly about our kid’s future. Where are they going to go? What are they going to do? All these questions aare killing us. You also have kids. You have made plans for when they growing up but what can we do? Just one thing … dying slowly day by day.

Please give us your hand to get us out of this deep dark hell.

We are so broken. Our souls are crying silent every night. Only our pillow and our bed knows. We can’t share our pain with each other here because everyone is in same boat. We are travelling into the darkness with extreme pain. We can’t smile, we can’t be happy. These things are all gone. Our minds are melting away from us. Now our heads are empty, our lives too.

Oh our nations many of our mothers and fathers have children and babies. They are all happy with their freedom and they trust with their lives. We are wasting our lives inside the fence. Our joy and freedom is locked up in this hell. Still we can’t start our lives.

We are asylum seekers. Sorry but we have forgotten our names because now we are just called by our boat numbers. We have been in detention for years in this hell you call offshore-processing centre. We cannot describe our suffering. We are tired of being tired. We are dying every single second because of your inhumane treatment. Our presence is burning here.

When we came here we became victims of your offshore policy sent to offshore and kept with about 2000 people. By the end of 2012 almost 2700 asylum seekers reached your country by boat. Where are they now? You know well some are unlucky and innocent and are still kept in the hell of offshore processing centre.

All the time we are sorry about our life inside the fence on this dry land. We are coping with time emptiness day by day. You make life hard every second and cause us pain too.

We are wondering why our lives were saved from the ocean. If we died in the sea it would have been wonderful because we can’t cope with your inhuman actions. You took our joy, hope and dreams and locked us inside the fence.

We can’t breath[e] freely.

844 people from Manus and Nauru signed this letter. Because of this fear first we just sent to Sarah Hanson-Young. Now we sent to everyone.

I am a Helpless Person

Your policy is giving me
a stressful situation at this moment.
I have no strength to
stand up to you.
You have covered my way
in your fence.
I am now in this dusty place –
A frustrated man.
I feel this place is a funeral parlour.
I have almost given up hope.
Extreme pain is
filling my heart every day.
Now uncountable troubles
surround me…
I feel tired and impatient.
I have nothing to do here.
I cry to you from the
bottom of my heart.
Here my plans have failed within me.
I know you are not brutal.
I have bulimia with my life.
Can you feel it?

I have a burden on my shoulders
Can you see it?
It is like capital punishment.
My life has capsized like a boat.
Show me your sympathy for my life.
I am here a helpless person…

– Ravi,
Nauru detention 2 years

I drench your feet with my tears

I am poor and needy,
my heart stricken within me.
I am gone like an evening shadow.

My body is a ghost.
My eyes are awake
before the watchers of the night.

When can I see my family again?
I am counting the days.
They stretch before me without end.

I have nothing within me
but hopes, dreams and sorrows.

Look on my affliction.
Send your light to my darkness.
You are my protector at the moment

Give me your hand
Counsel me
and attend to my cries.

Grant me justice.
Hear my voice.
Deliver me from this prison.

Though I am shaken off like a locust
Rise within me.

-Ravi
Nauru detention 2 years

Reality

When I look at the moon on the sky

I want to kiss it,

but it says I am very high.

I want to say I love you

but it says ‘you are telling a lie’.

I asked the moon ‘how I will get to you?

Because I did many times try’.

The moon replied ‘if really you love me

what you can do to reach on the sky?’

I told it ‘I can do everything for you

even I can be die..!’

Moral:- I really love my MOTHER

– Jajee
Fly Camp, Nauru

Written in May 2015

It is the same day [anniversary] I released from Australia immigration detention centre. It means I have been suffering for one year on Nauru and i was in detention for 9 months

All together i been for 21 months in Nauru

I don’t know about myself. There’s some questions in my mind but i am sure no body will answer me

  1. Am i criminal?
  2. Am i not human?
  3. i saved my life – is this the reason ?

– Shah
Fly Camp, Nauru

A Story of my School Time

The Immigration Minister, Peter Dutton is sending a group of refugee to Cambodia. Same asylum sekeer who came on same date and in same boat and in same policy are now in Australia. When I see these situations so I remember one story of my school time.

Once upon a time there was one king who had 2 sons. The king was mercy on younger son and he was stressing the importance on his younger son to keep hard working and giving good education to him. The king looked after him in feeding – giving good breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whatever his son was asking the king was ready to provide him.

But the elder one, he was also his son. But the king was doing treatment as a unloved step son. No education. Bad environment and even not good feeding. The king was telling to his elder son you will look after the home whatever we have you should be responsible for it. You must look after the animals too and you will give grass, water and every things. At last the king was treating his elder son as a slave. Even though he knew that both of his sons are from one mother.

The king was not doing fair with his elder son. The king was not doing equality. It means the elder son did not get justice from his father.
Human rights the king was giving to his younger son but elder one didn’t get.

Moral : Might is Right

Now if some one have mind so they will understand. I think that there is no need for explanation.

What’s going on it’s not fair, it’s not humanity and it’s not justice.

-Jajee
Fly Camp, Nauru