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.