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| Mehdi and other Hazaras asylum seekers |
five days before my return to Bandung, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind, well .. actually this thought does not just appear, but it has been long settled in the deep of my thinking.
what is the meaning of freedom for us?
maybe before that, I'd like to ask a fundamental question, what a freedom is?
freedom, is not the same meaning for each person. Freedom, to me who stranded in the middle of nowhere island, is being home again to gather with relatives and friends.
possible, the freedom for those of you who have a background in a different way of life I would be different with its meaning.
Some time ago, I had the opportunity to speak with Hazaras asylum seekers from Afghanistan. as I have previously guessed, freedom, for them is simple. that is, living the life that we often take for granted.
yes, Mehdi, a 15-year from Balochistan told me, he just wanted to go to school like most children around the world without having to fear someone would stop and put a pistol to his forehead.
for that, little Mehdi had to put his life in danger wading the Indian Ocean along with dozens of new foreign man knew.
Oh god, how much less I am grateful. I just need to work and come home at any time in the course of an hour by plane.
Where else would favor that I deny?
