We are not refugees by choice; it is rather circumstance and the voice of fate. However, all appears satisfactory in the eyes of divine aid, which pledges human rights while diminishing our struggles. This path was not chosen in solitude; it is dictated by the harsh realities of war, and those who present themselves as protectors often act as neglectors. We have arrived at unfamiliar homes, designated as refugee camps that are not our own. Here, we find ourselves unfree, treated as commodities rather than as human beings. This situation must change, and the initiative begins with us. We must articulate the injustices we face and advocate for our rights. Legislation should not be imposed upon us; rather, we must be allowed to voice our concerns and seek liberation from what binds us. Should our documents remain disregarded, the closure of these camps becomes imperative. The conditions within the camps are desolate and fraught with despair, as our people endure restrictions. We rise with the crowing of roosters and retire when the sun sets. Is this the reality of being a refugee? We are not refugees by choice; it is circumstance and fate’s voice that define our position. Yet all appears satisfactory in the perception of divine aid, which pledges our rights while obscuring our dignity. We did not choose this difficult journey; it is the unrelenting cry of war that guides us. Those who profess to protect often fail to address the root of our dislocation. We arrive at unknown dwellings, residing in camps that are devoid of personal connection. In these places, our freedoms are restricted, and our humanity is often overlooked. This paradigm requires transformation, commencing with our collective agency to highlight wrongs and advocate for justice. Laws must not be enacted without our engagement; we must assert ourselves and seek a pathway forward. If our documentation is disregarded, the camps should cease operations, allowing us the freedom to exist beyond their confines. The silence, dust, and despair found in these wards have confined our aspirations and stripped our spirits. We awaken with the rooster’s call and retire as the sun diminishes. Nevertheless, is this truly the essence of being a refugee? Is it synonymous with shattered dreams? Prior to this designation tarnishing our identity, we were accomplished individuals, holding degrees and fulfilling roles within society. Cease referring to us as refugees—instead, recognize our humanity and inherent dignity.

Author: Mudadi S.