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Apr 2020
I look here, I look there

trying to compare

between two places

One once was a home

and the other refuses to be one.

One is surrounded by visible and invisible high walls

and many brutalities.

The other isolates me with strict laws and policies.

Every night, I sleep hoping for a morning with a refuge.

During my sleep, sweet dreams cross my mind,

but they are faced with ugly nightmares.  

It’s complex.

I wake up from my nightmares,

and the two places are the same.

One is isolated,

and the other isolates me,

I try to find my refuge though.



Mohammed Arafat

14-04-2020
Refugees problem is getting worse, even amid the current pandemic! Everyone of them has a story to tell, whether a story about losing a child, being forced to leave a house or even leaving the whole country without any hops of coming back. This poem talks about one of these stories many of refugees suffer from.
Mohammed Arafat
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Mohammed Arafat  28/M/Virgina
(28/M/Virgina)   
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     Imran Islam, Fawn and Bogdan Dragos
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