Finland is a cowardly and paranoic country that does not believe in humanity. But I respect humanity because GOD is the great Creator of man, and all of God’s creatures are important and valuable to me. Man is a creature of God. I am a disciple of truth, and the truth is my power.
Through this blog, I declare my readiness for the whole world and the universe. Declare readiness to rescue and release Finnish women and their children held captive by ISIS in Syria at the Al-Hol Camp!
A lot has been written in the Finnish media on the repatriation of Finnish women and their children to Finland. In Norway, there was a government crisis in January 2020 after an alleged Norwegian woman was repatriated to the country allegedly linked with Isis and her five-year-old child who needed medical treatment. Denmark, one of Europe’s most Islamophobic country announced that it plans to repatriate 22 Danish women and their children, according to Reuters.
These are Finnish women at the camp. Finland has a legal and moral duty to save them. But Finland is a cowardly, paranoic, and dishonest country and unwilling to show mercy to its children.
But I am an Iranian, a zealous Iranian zealous for months. I have been expressing my desire to save these innocent children and their poor mothers. Still, everyone says to me: No, this is not possible. We should not bring ISIS children to Finland. They are Muslims and are dangerous. Several people, all Finnish, even said to me: Do you know their fathers? Are you related to them?
These are horrible and extremely unfair questions. I have no racial or family relationship with them. I have never seen any of them. But my relationship with them is a human relationship. I hear the heartbeat of these poor women, and Ifeel the cries of their innocent children in the dust. They run in the soil and grow up in a fanatical environment. I do not know who their fathers are. I just want to save the women and children because their cries have deafened my ears.
I am the only one who announces such readiness. I’m the only one who wants to do that. I am the first person to make this request. I register my name, Dana, through this blog, and God and Enrique Tessieri plus Migrant Tales and the universe are my witnesses.
I wisely want to help these mothers and their children and bring them back to Finland.
MAY 19: Yesterday, in front of the Alppikulma gate, more than 10 homeless people were waiting at 5 o’clock to enter the building. A foreigner from an African country who shaves his head is under so much pressure that he does strange things. But I will only describe his work yesterday.
He has to carry a large bag of his belongings, including clothes, shoes, and other necessities. We are all like that. Because in Alppikulma, we are not allowed to keep anything. Several times my belongings were dumped in the dirty water of the hallway floor, and my belongings were dumped on the floor in my room so that I could be punished and not keep anything in my room anymore. They said it was the cleaners’ job. Yes, that’s right. But the cleaners also said it was the workers’ order, and the workers said the managers and managers said the order came from Helsinki Kaupunki. (Helsinki city…)
Carrying a big bag on my back is painful. I always have back pain. Sometimes my shoulders hurt so much that I do not sleep until morning. But I have strongly protested. I have always defended the rights of the homeless, and I have achieved some successes.
Alppikulma is a temporary shelter for the homeless. Photo: Dana
I arranged the breakfast program for these poor people since I complained about the boiling water and the homeless problems (for about 7 months) … but I do not eat breakfast myself, and I have good reasons not to touch it. One of my reasons is the many insults inflicted on me just because of the demand for boiling water … let alone a painful and long story. But let’s talk about a foreign man who has been in Finland for many years and his Finnish language is good enough.
His name begins with the letter S.
S is a skinny African with a shaved head who is completely anxious and worried. He drinks a lot of beer, and by no means can he sit still. He runs, gets barefoot, puts his shoes on, and insinuates to himself that the street is his home. He takes his clothes out of his bag and reassures himself that yes, I live too. The man is harmless. He has not insulted me even once. But he is so anxious that he makes everyone laugh.
Yesterday, he threw the beer bottle at another man from a distance of 12 meters. The one could not take it, the bottle fell to the ground, and the beer came out like a firecracker. The poor Finnish man opened it and drank it, but he came quickly, took the bottle, drank some of it, threw it on the grass behind the wall, and started running on the grass with shouts of joy. … and then he ran in the courtyard of Alppikulma …. Finally, he sat down with a few men and drank his beer in peace for a few minutes … He put his clothes on the ground and walked beside them…
Migrant Tales comment: Our longtime editor, Dana, has promised to update a diary of her life in Alppikulma, a shelter for the homeless. We publish this for others to know what a special woman Dana is but to get an insight into the lives of the homeless.
Today, 18. May. 2021 was a rainy day, and it was dark and cold for me because I have been homeless for 6 years. I trembled. And I have been living in an addicts’ shelter for a year now. The racist government and system of Finland oppressed me in the best possible way and put me in the depths of humiliation and insult to break me. Still, I have broken the recession, I have broken the enemy’s horn, the rotten horn of the racists has crumbled to ashes under my feet… I am alive, and I am still struggling, every day and even night, with the pen that God has given me. A magical and exceptional pen that God has made for me with His own hands.
Today, as usual, at 4 o’clock, I stood in line behind the closed door of Alppikulma, it opens at 5 o’clock, my legs hurt a lot, my back was dry, I was shivering from the cold, but I was comforting myself. It was just the foreign man and me. Later 3 other homeless Finnish men came … I feel very sorry for this foreigner. He is a heartbroken man…The Finnish wife took his children from him and sent him to the streets. In these 6 years, I have seen many foreign men, even from Europe and Scandinavia, who have been caught in this tragic fate after marrying a Finnish woman and living for many years. And in all cases, Finnish law gives oppressive women the right. In my opinion, a woman should irrigate her family with love. My mother always drowns me in love even though she does not live on Earth.
Fortunately, there were no bullies today, they try to hide in the corners of the city when it rains, but this is fifty-fifty, and maybe they will come and bombard me with vulgar obscenities, the stench of alcohol, and cigarette smoke. Thank God they were not here tonight.
I am in room 10, my room above is on the third floor, number 18. When men and women get drunk, this room becomes a war room, and noises come to my room, and I can’t sleep until morning, they swear until morning, and sometimes they beat each other. This is a gambling house. I do not know how to get into it, insecurity or under the bombardment of obscene prostitution. Rarely, yes, I seldom enter the building in peace. Tonight was a rare night. But it is not clear whether it will be a quiet night or a war night. But only God has kept me here so far.
The empty room bothers me a lot. I miss our Iranian carpets, family photos, and even my clothes. I have been going to the city every day for a year in the clothes I wore yesterday. During this year, several of my clothes were torn due to excessive wearing and washing, and I went to the warehouse and found some clothes for myself with difficulty. I do not even have the key to the warehouse. To remove something from the warehouse, I have to beg and beg several people in a few days for someone to come and open the warehouse for me. The warehouse is not here. It is somewhere else.
I’m just praying for a restful night now. I need to sleep. But my brain is full of poetry—full of words. But I’m tired. I write by force: original Iranian music and Rumi’s poetry. My friend, I listen to my cave, my love, my thorn liver. I do not want to hear the sound of traffic and screams. I want silence.
Good night universe. Sing aloud, O angels, lest I hear the sound of fighting and shouting.
God take my hand. My feet hurt, I had pain in my feet last night until morning, my toes hurt a lot. God, I miss the colors. I am tired of the shelter blankets that are white and colorless. I am tired of plastic spoons and forks and black plastic plates. I gave all my life and belongings to the people and the church … Now I need a spoon. I do not have a knife. I wish I had access to my belongings in the warehouse.
My brain is full of poetry, oh my God, how can I write, my eyelids…
19.5.2021
This morning again a female worker opened the door of my room.
They treated me like an animal most of the time here in Alppikulma. They open the doors and inform the homeless that it is morning and get ready to leave. But I have been here for a year, and everyone knows that Dana is never late, and Dena always leaves the building very soon. I have protested many times. I have strongly protested. But it did not work. Before, they used to open the door of my room every day, yes, every single day… Different workers. I was given racist insults. And even when I was in bed, I was treated violently. I was thrown out in the middle of the night in wet clothes and by the bullying of a guard because I did not want an addicted woman to enter my room. Because I protested. Because addicts attacked me in my sleep or many other things happened.
This is Alcatraz prison Alppikulma Prison yes Alppikulma prison Alcatraz prison, sigh. Today the worker wanted to make me angry for she hates me.
They want to make sure I am afraid of them. I have always assured everyone that I am not afraid of anyone, and I have been imprisoned precisely because of my courage and freedom. But in any case, they ruined my morning. I left the building quickly and, of course, went downstairs as usual and expressed my dissatisfaction, but I encountered disrespect and humiliation. These things have become normal for me in Finland and Alppikulma and Diakonialaitos.
Finland is a country of addiction, alcohol, and drugs, but there are no facts in its newspapers.
Finland is a land of garbage and cigarette butts and spit; the streets are full of cigarette butts and spit and feces and piss of dogs. But no one cares. There is no smoking only in front of the Parliament and the Presidential Palace.
Finland is anti-Muslim, anti-religious, anti-African, anti-Bulgarian, stateless, and anti-Roma within Finland, immigrants, and the poor.
In Finland, Romanians are called thieves, and Muslims are called terrorists and aggressors.
Finland is a holiday country, and Finland has thousands of holiday excuses, useful work is not done except by low-wage foreigners.
Finland is a country of lies, a clear example of the Asylum Office, which is that the Immigration Office deceives all foreigners, even Europeans, and survives by fraud.
Finland is a country of poverty, a country of homeless people, a country of drunken men and women who urinate and inject injections behind its walls and at car parks, parks, streets, and tram stations.
Finland is a country where teenagers and children smoke and use drugs.
Canaries O canaries Sing to me because I am in the hands of Finland, I am trapped in a cage This cage is made of fire, has no door and windows but wild and barefoot cops and guards with ugly face
Finland is a country of black holes, a country of torture, famine, pain, disaster and death I was trapped in this country, my wings were broken, my legs were tied to iron bars, i have no rest !
Canaries O canaries, sing about the kingdom and passion for Dana which is dear to GOD king of kings I am the love of God and God is sad, angry and fearless because of his distance from me, Dana is in pains
GOD suffocates the songs of the heart and smiles? Yes, smiling at demons is suffering,O O O GOD
GOD, I am an eagle, a masterpiece of your hand Oops WaWeila, living like a dead crow is poison. Oh GOD
I became shattered, this spirit and soul became thousands of pieces Yes, every drop of my blood is the sound of war, O GOD
I am brave, I am made of light, my wings are the color of mercy and compassion My gaze is fiery and I am not afraid, I am proud, O GOD
You are fighting next to me, you are the solution of my work, you are the king of the world I have no one but you, but my cry is you, O GOD
Justice is the cure for this soul and heart Judge, judge all the dishonorable, O GOD
Put your whip on Finland and force, FORCE FORCE Take the oppressor under your feet, O GOD
You are the commander, you are the master the owner of the whole world I call you with the smallest particle of my body and soul, have mercy, mercy O GOD
Migrant Tales insight:Dana is a talented poet from Iran and a victim of the Finnish Immigration Service. I met her through this blog in 2012.
I wrote back in 2015: “After a year and six months, I got an email from Dana, who has written many beautiful and powerful poems for us. I was delighted to hear from her after such a long time. Those who remember, the passing away of her parents in such a short time was a terrible blow for her. She had tried to bring them to Finland, but this wasn’t possible due to our tight family reunification laws.
I’d like to personally welcome Dana back to our community. We look forward to reading many of her poems in the future.“
You can read Dana’s poetry and opinion pieces here.
When you read her poetry and essays, remember that she is only a person who has, apart from God, only words to defend herself.
Her situation begs a question: Why has Finland brought so much hardship on her? You would have to read her poems and blog entries to get the full answer to that question.
Welcome back again, Dana. We missed you.
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Finland is a deadly country, a country that creates death. The country that produces death
Finland is a deadly country. It means that Finland creates and creates death. Yes, you heard right, Finland is a country that produces death and misery. Finland is a country that earns a lot of money by selling weapons and being rich and wealthy. And the world is proud of being first. But is the country that kills innocent children and oppressed helpless women the country of the first world? What does the first world really mean? The bullying countries of the world always insult the poor countries and classify everyone according to class. Let’s go back to Finland, which kills and makes money by producing weapons in third-world countries. The Finnish government and newspapers, television, news, etc., information and hide the people’s truth. There are no real journalism and journalists in all of Finland. They are all, without exception, terrified and terrified of dictatorial laws. Today, I will talk a little about the hidden truth so that the dear universe can see the real face of Finland.
I have some questions for both the Finnish people and foreigners who live in Finland.
What do you think about laws that work against humanity?
About laws that send you to your execution? Those laws are policies that take the person and kill him /her with a gun or with a rope.
What is the difference between a judge who makes decision to execute you, a human being, and a person who is doing this for a judge and the law?
The view from cell 406 in November. He is now in cell number 208.
Which one is guiltier? The judge or the person who is hired for the job?
This is the 21st century, Finland claims many things but there is an execution law in Finland, a jail law, a cell law, a torture law against asylum seekers, refugees…
