Refugees Too Deserve Education

I had the urge to describe an image in my head ever since I started picturing it. I drew the image in my mind in 2014. I really liked to share it with you but I could not mainly because I was not an artist neither did I had a good command of English language to describe the image in my head. Recently I came across this picture which resembles the one I had in my head in 2014/2015 A man from far distance puts himself into danger to save a life B efore I share the image let me talk about what I was going through. During this time, I was suffering from serious poor mental health. I was depressed. I had suicidal thoughts and I also attempted to take my life on many occasions. I remember one  day I wanted to throw myself into the valley of moving water and cheating God by pretending I am swimming yet I don't know how to swim. But I decided to swim (commit suicide) after Dhuhr prayer just to forget it. I was 15.I was perfect example of failure .I was weak and sickly. I was...

In 2011, when I was class five at Fuji refugee Primary School, l took the risk of reading and trying to work hard without knowing whether I would pass or fail. It was normal to be labelled unintelligent and stupid if you read and fail. To avoid such a label, most students choose not to read and fail, for they would at least not feel guilty. Reasons for the going to school, after all, ranged from taking porridge as a main meal to protection from wind, scorching sun and exploiters.  Notwithstanding, all pupils were united by hope One day I suddenly took the decision to face my fear. The fear of reading books.   "Mom!" I said, keeping eye contact with her, " Buy me a Science book." I cried.  My mother bought me a brand new standard 5 science book plus other books such as Social Studies, English and Mathematics which I have not asked for. For the first time, I planned self-driven, 4-years-length goals, for instance, adding one more language, English, by 2...