I did not choose this life, and I don’t know anyone who would.
Why would I choose to have…
My village torn up?
The home I built be invaded?
Or the children I raised be taken from me?
Choose this? I would not wish it upon my worst enemy.
I promise you, there was not a diamond in the world that could put back the sparkle I once had in my eye.
But now I’m left with no choice, except to run in search of mercy.
Hoping that someone sees I’m fleeing a life I did not deserve.
They say some wounds will never heal, and this is one of them.
But this does not hurt nearly as much as knowing that when I find refuge in the new world…
I will be judged on what I want, instead of all that I have lost.
By: Ishaan Cheema