I am a triumph


Lost identity…
tagged with labels, numbers. 
I am a refugee everywhere….
Refugee even in my homeland.
Nowhere accepted me,
not even my own hometown!
I never had a permanent place
to call that home.
I haven’t held a passport
because I never had one.
My passport was
the tagged labels on my ears
or my torn cloth,
hanging on my thin-body
like Afghanistan’s bombed flag!
Visible and recognizable
from every angle.

In Iran as a nine-years old refugee labor,
I had only an expired numbered-card,
always in run from anyone in uniform,
even from the traffic police officers.
Therefore, now,
I don’t like police men!

I was given different names
in different continents.
In Iran, Iranians called me
Dirty Afghani افغانی کثافت
Illiterate Afghani افغانی بی سواد
and in many more harsh ways.
As a child refugee,
I didn’t know the meanings a lot
but now, I differentiate very well.

I grew up as a refugee,
I had to cross borders for safety.
I fled like the flake of migrant birds
roved across abandoned hillsides,
walked between the bottomless valleys,
sailed few dark and scary seas
until I reached here.

And now,
I am called a Crisis,
a Disaster,
an illegal migrant.
I am hated,
Physically confined,
Mentally tortured.
I sometimes dare to call myself
more than just a number, or a label.
I had experienced only startings
but never had permanent endings.

I am the survivor,
I have strengths
unlike permanent residents.
I am the baggage of courage,
I am an absolute triumph!

After all,
I am a strong human being
not just a number or a label!
And I am proud of who I am.
Your red marks and labels
can never drag me to a lower level!
I do dare to stand for my rights…
I stand for justice and truth.
I am given birth to live
a life of dignity and honour.
And if these make you think
that I am arrogant…
yes, I am and
I am proud of this arrogancy.

Cheers World!
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(02/07/2019 – 09:29am,
Jakarta, Indonesia).

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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