My name is Zaker and I want to write about one of the refugees that lives in Finland today. Zaker isn’t his real name but he’s from Afghanistan. He’s 17 years old.
“I was born in Afghanistan but when I was 1 year old my family immigrated to Iran.
I was deported from Iran to Afghanistan when I was 15 in 2014 because I didn´t have residence card even if I had lived in that country almost all my life.
I went to my cousin’s house in Ghazni when I returned back to Afghanistan. After about one month, I forced to flee Afghanistan. When I arrived in Tehran, my father told me that you can’t stay here because you don’t have a residence permit. They may deport you again to Afghanistan and this time you may lose you life, he said.
My father sent me to Europe with my cousin because I was a minor at that time. We went to the Turkish border and after a 24-hour walk, we went to Itanbul. Our next destination was Greece. We had to wait about a month in Turkey before we could enter Greece. We ended up at the Greek-Turkish sea coast. At the beach, there were about 120 refugees from Syria and Afghanistan. We all got in a small ship. The sea was stormy.
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