A life is ... love .. sun and sunset.

Such as sea waves .. get angry at times and at times quiet .

There was a beautiful country named Iraq .

and... the sky embraces clouds and birds in the eyes of his children .

Today... became tears fall like rain on their destroyed homes .

beneath the ruins live thousands of souls .

we left everything .. our schools ... our dolls and our dreams .

We crossed many countries .. we sleep nights without a cover or pillow ....

we seek access to safety and the country of dreams ...

and.. today and after months ... our eyes meditates the future .Here in Amersfoort ....

pray in the camps, mosques and churches...

Pen in my right hand and in my left hand my book . and days pass slowly.

We dream about the future with our families...

 

Between the arms of the new home that respects childhood .. it nederland .