no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbors running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is holding a gun bigger than his body you only leave home when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you fire under feet hot blood in your belly it’s not something you ever thought of doing until the blade burnt threats into your neck and even then you carried the anthem under your breath only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand, that no one puts their children in a boat unless the water is safer than the land no one burns their palms under trains beneath carriages no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey. no one crawls under fences no one wants to be beaten pitied
no one chooses refugee camps or strip searches where your body is left aching or prison, because prison is safer than a city of fire and one prison guard in the night is better than a truckload of men who look like your father no one could take it no one could stomach it no one skin would be tough enough
the go home blacks refugees dirty immigrants asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender than fourteen men between your legs or the insults are easier to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear saying- leave, run away from me now i dont know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here
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Kirkuk – a city in Northern Iraq, 140 miles north of Baghdad, and 100 miles southeast of Mosul (the city Iraqi & coalition fighters are currently attempting to recapture from Isis). An otherwise somewhat stable city, that has today come under coordinated Isis attacks. The attacks are being described as a way for Isis to show it is still a force to be reckoned with while they come under fire on the march toward Mosul.
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I have spent the past week in Lebanon, traveling with World Vision USA, and seeing the work they are doing with Syrian refugees who have fled there.
The most unexpected surprise from this trip was the effect Lebanon itself would have on me.
It’s hard to go to a country and not be moved by its people when you intentionally engage. And considering one of my closest friends is Lebanese, I am genuinely surprised at my response to having spent the past week there.
I am surprised by my lack of awareness of this country’s history. And, to be honest, the self professed tendency toward being “temperamental” (thank you Joe from seat 8B on the flight from Beirut to Istanbul), was how I had stereotyped the Lebanese as a population, limiting the nuances of their personality to this trait alone.
But instead, what I found was a culture of respect, immense pride in their country and history (perhaps more so than I have seen elsewhere), and an incredible sense of welcome and hospitality.
Today I awoke to yet another compelling and heartbreaking image from Syria of yet another little boy whose story stops us in our tracks. It was almost this time a year ago that the image of Alan Kurdi emerged and completely changed the way I lived my life. I was confronted with the uncomfortable reality – what was it going to take for me to care enough to truly engage with the brokenness in our world?
These images are stark reminders of the reality our world is in, and yet these boys, and the millions they represent, feel like a world away from my reality. I have been trying to write this blog post for the past couple of weeks, finishing it is the only thing I can think to do in response to this image of Omran Daqneesh, and those who face this same reality every single day.
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Over 200 people were rescued today after their boat sank while trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea. But not everyone made it out alive. 21 women and one man died. This adds to the almost 3,000 migrant deaths in the Mediterranean this year alone.
The 22 brave souls who died trying to make it to Europe, did so knowing the worst could happen. They knew, as every refugee and migrant does, that the journey may cost them everything, even their life. With such a high risk of loss why would someone embark on such a journey?
Every person carries with them the same basic needs, wants and fears. Knowing this, we should take into account that a person seeking refuge through harrowing and often tragic journeys would only do so for reasons of extreme need – the kind of needs that we all as a human kind share.
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