
I finally had found a place where peace was dominant
But not for me
I had found a place where love was the occupier
But not for me
I had found a place where human right was the priority
but not my rights
I had found a place where I could live
But not belong to
The feeling of non-belonging always exists within me
A feeling that eats me from inside
People say you belong to your country, the place you were born
But where?
I was born in a place where peace had disappeared
A situation I can’t explain
I was born in a place where love was nonsense
Somewhere I lost myself
I was born in a place where war was the occupier
Somewhere I couldn’t remain
I was born in a place where people live with restrictions
A life that nobody wants
All my childhood memories are marked by migration
And bad memories of war
Where do I belong? And where can I live peacefully?
Questions that I can’t find the answers
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Najmul Sahar Ahmadi is a young writer from Afghanistan. Sahar migrated to Indonesia at a young age due to war and conflict in Afghanistan. The difficulty Sahar faced living as a refugee in Indonesia led her to write. Through poetry, she talks about feelings she cannot express and thoughts she cannot tell anyone. Her writing gives her comfort and keeps her far from stresses and the feeling of alienation and not belonging.