Life of a refugee child with UNHCR Colombo.
I am an 11 year old girl from
Pakistan. We fled to Colombo because terrorists wanted to kill us because my
sister was writing a book on terrorism. We got registered with UNHCR.
I started going to school and
finished grade 5. My sister wrote on her website about UNHCR staff who
were very bad with us, after that they became worse. They don’t attend our
calls and they don’t answer our emails. My sister told them that if they send
us back my sister will be hanged to death for writing against Pakistan army and
for other number of reasons but they never helped.
We went to many Human Rights
organizations to help us but they said we only help internally displaced
people.
I wonder where are the Human
Rights Organizations, who help people who are, both internally and externally
displaced.
UNHCR who is not protecting us
We had so many problems. We were
receiving wrong calls and people followed us. We were so scared that I stopped
going to school but UNHCR did not help us.
On 9th March 2013 immigration
officers came to our home.
We gave them photocopies of our
passports and permission letter of Unhcr from the slit of the door and showed
them all the originals from the window. They said we do not know UNHCR who is
UNHCR to allow you to live in Srilanka, call them.
They were shouting, banging and
kicking the door, though we are refugees with UNHCR yet they wanted to deport
us. They told us again and again that they will break the door.
When we were being harassed by the
officers, We called and sent messages to the UNHCR staff. No one helped.
We were so scared that we took our
money and documents, left everything else and jumped from our 2nd floor balcony
to our neighbor’s balcony. It was so dangerous we could have fallen to death.
The neighbor’s house had lots of
dogs. Usually We were very scared of those wild looking dogs, but that day we
just forgot about them.
When we came down in to their
house,
the dogs were the 1st ones to
take note of us but surprisingly we found them better than cruel human beings.
The dogs did not attack us they
were waging their tails. It was like when Prophet Daniel was put in to the den
of lions he remained unharmed. True God helped us.
There was an old poor looking man
in the house when he saw that we were in a very bad condition. Without asking a
word he rushed to open the door which was locked from inside.
After leaving that area we again
contacted the duty manager of UNHCR told him everything but later he stopped
attending our calls. I don’t know why UNHCR hate us so much.
We were so scared that we went to
the bus stop and got into a bus which brought us to Kandy. From Kandy every day
we are making calls to UNHCR to help us go back to our home in Colombo but so
far no one but only the operator spoke to us. Whenever we call the operator
tells us that there is no staff available.
I wish there was another good
UNHCR here in Colombo who could feel our pain and know that they should help us.
Whoever reads this please tell
UNHCR Colombo to be good with us or the enemies of my blogger sister will kidnap
and kill us.
We are in the detention center, Why?
UNHCR told us go home nothing
will happen. We went home & were arrested by the taxi drivers who were told
by the immigration officers. They touched my sister very badly and were
laughing.
We were brought to the detention
center. We spent almost a month in the detention center. My sister kept asking
Immigration officers and UNHCR why we are here. …. got no answer.
My sister called USA embassy to
help, they plainly told her NO...
My sister was very scared with
this situation she had a minor heart attack. I was with her in the hospital.
Our Mom was not allowed in the hospital. We were guarded by the police man and
women. My sister kept crying all the time. A doctor told her that Immigration has
told the hospital that you are a spy and we should take you out from the
hospital.
We came back to the detention
center. My sister kept calling UNHCR no answer.
We were told secretly by some
officers that my sister is being involved in cases. Some one told her that we
must flee from the detention center.
On the 9th April we fled from
there. We kept traveling without knowing where we were going. While getting off
from a train I fell down. I sprained my hand. I had a lot of pain but my sister
told me not to cry or police will catch us.
We contacted UNHCR many times but
they were not helping.
House owner attacked us
Few days back our house owner
came to our room. He was drunk, he caught me and started kissing, he then
caught my sister and was taking off her clothes my mom pulled my sister. We ran
to the bathroom and got it locked. He was shouting that we have no passports
and he will call the police.
After two days we left his house.
Now we live somewhere else. We are hiding. We are very scared we are dying no
one is helping us.
MY SISTER HAS WRITTEN AGAINST PAKISTAN
ARMY. SHE WILL BE KILLED
IS THERE ANY ONE IN THIS WORLD WHO
CAN SAVE OUR LIVES.
I love this post I wish I could help this little girl...
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