Today, I spent a long time holding my phone. After a while, my eyes got tired and I fell asleep. Recently, I also dreamed about my mother, father, and all my family who have been separated. But this time, I had a different dream. In this dream, I was busy with my phone for a long time; I kept checking all my social media accounts over and over again. I was trying to see who cared about my life and my story, who had looked into our situation, who had found a solution to our statelessness — I was following the whole world from every corner. But I couldn’t see any definite solution or connection for our situation.
At that moment, my wife came to me again and asked, “Is there any news?” I said, “There is no news at all, still no one has found a solution for us.” She asked again, “I wish there was a way out, at least for our little daughter...” Right then, I felt a pain in my heart and ran outside. I saw so many doors, all together. The doors were very old; some of them were wooden and partly broken. I opened each door one by one, but behind every door, there was only about two meters of space — and then nothing but emptiness. I checked all of them, but they were all the same. I fell into despair again. I turned back and cried inside so my little daughter wouldn’t see my tears. The pain in my heart grew even stronger. When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I opened my eyes and realized it was a dream. But even after waking up, the pain in my heart hadn’t gone away. I wanted to put this dream into words.
Truly, when a person is stateless, they fall into despair every day. They don’t have time to think about the beautiful side of life because they always live in fear. Every day, they face obstacles because of being stateless; every day, they think about helplessness. In my opinion, stateless people live with an extra pain that others do not have to bear, for a lifetime. I hope that one day this world will become more just with every passing day. I hope that rights, justice, and kindness will reach everywhere.
