The wind answered; to unknown places, to the land of the fear, to the anonymous, the youngest hand asked, when we gona come back???the wind screamed ,stop asking stupid questions, stop you little hand just keep tided and take much care because the journey is too long and it is hard and difficult ,and you have nothing but your mother heart ,nothing left for you the only way is to keep tide and to hold hands, it is cold mum, said the middle hand, the wind answered angrily; said stop talking just be close and keep warm and don’t ask question, I promise you will be safe and happy at the end you will win at the end of the day cause you have your mother heart the only thing which will protect you and warm you and make you safe. This my story a single mother with four children ,from Sudan one of the biggest African countries a land of the Nile the heart of Africa, one day for some reason I decided to leave my country, it was very hard decision ,but there no way, left my home my friends my people ,I left all my belongings behind me, there is a book on a table near my bed open to page 49,waiting for me ,a tree in my garden, a cat and my spam neighbor ,I came to England with four children ,and nothing but a heart of a mother ,full of fear ,ever thing here is different and cold I miss the sun which give me and my children safety and warmness ,I miss the people, the streets ,I lost my safety and security I can’t go back because of the gloom which covered my country twenty years ago, the government there which suppress the women and denied their rights ,the government which spoiled the life ,killed the oppositionists ,raped the Darfurian women and jailed every honorable people. I held my children small hands and left my country. Now I need to keep our hands hold to keep them safe and warm to lead them to a better future I am sure they will make the change one day. AMAL ELSHEIKH 27/5/2010
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