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Hamish Gregory
Najeebas story
23 April 2012, 01:12AM
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Leaving your country for good is one of the hardest decisions a person can be
forced to make.
It means a break with all that you know - your family, your livelihood, your friends, how to fit
in, how to be part of a society - all the familiar sights and sounds and smells and tastes.
My name is Najeeba Wazefadost and I am a refugee from Afghanistan. I came to Australia
with my family by boat in September 2000.
I was born in a country that is shattered after decades of war that has left little sign of justice,
humanity and freedom. People like me who were born into a minority ethnic group (Hazara)
are subjected to discrimination and slavery at the hands of the majority ethnic groups.
My childhood was stolen: I dont have good memories with other children, instead I
remember being afraid; I remember persecution and death.
Hazaras have been persecuted ever since the Hazara Wars of 1891-1893. There is no one
single cause, reasons are both ethnic and sectarian, but Hazaras still face massacres by
officials and warlords in Afghanistan.
We came to Australia to find a home where
we would be safe. We also wanted to belong
- to stop being an asylum seeker or a
refugee and once again have the value and
rights of a citizen.
Asylum seekers carry sorrow and distress
and depend on human sympathy. An
asylum seeker is a kneeling person;
kneeling in front of the captain of the ship
to ask for a reduced escape price; kneeling
in front of the aid agency asking to be
saved.
They get on a boat, on a piece of wood, not knowing where its taking them; their safety and
security limited to that piece of wood, risking starving or drowning at sea.
We hear politicians saying things like, "Australia is accepting a large number of refugees for an
industrialised country". Those numbers consign people to the status of simple statistics. You
can forget that people, whether they are asylum seekers or not, are mothers, fathers, wives,
husbands, grandparents, daughters and sons.
After 10 years, I still remember life in the
detention centre but thankfully it no longer
defines who I am. I am no longer part of
statistics. The asylum seekers arriving now
continue to be numbers, to be statistics.
We beg the Australian politicians to look at
these people from a human point of view,
with mercy, not from the political point of
view, with power. Please put your politics to
one side and treat them as human beings.
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