A short story for my project

This is a short story for my project, I really want to write the whole story but it will take at least 48 hours to be finish, because this story covers at least 7 years of the immigrant life.

Story

 

In late 2005 an Afghan boy came to Ireland, he suffered very hard days and nights on the way from Iran to Turkey; he was walking 10 to 16 hours daily on the borders. His mission was to leave his country and go to the Europe because of the Taliban, every day several suicide bombers were attacking on our city and killing innocent people, people were staying in their homes. There were no jobs for the people because of the corruption; companies were hiring their own relative.

When he arrived to Ireland he was thinking that he is in paradise, because of the green trees and clean roads, people were very kind and humble. When he surrender himself to police they start talking with him very gently and asked him to wait for few minutes we have call somewhere.

They did not beat him or talk with him rudely, he was so surprised and thought with him self “oh these people are completely different, our police first beat us and then ask us, tell me about your self?”

After few days in Ireland he start missing his family and friends, every day and night he was praying to the God to keep my family safe. He had several more problems in Ireland such as language, food, culture etc.

He studied law in his country in Persian language, he ate fast food in his country but in Ireland he did not know about the toppings of the foods e.g. burger or hot dog.

He was so upset after few weeks that he decided to go back to his country, one night he starts remembering the struggles that he had on the borders, one morning he decided to start his struggle again and try to learn English first, he find a dictionary Persian to English and start reading it daily 6 hours. Whenever he was missing family he was going to the beach or parks were he could hear the voice of the birds. He was meeting lots of immigrants but they were not talking with him because the immigrants were from different countries.

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