13: An Immigration Tale

Water gushed down into my lungs. I was going down so fast. I was kicking the water with my legs but that only dragged me farther down. Suddenly I was in a war of survival. Yet everything was quiet. I couldnt hear anything-not even the loud hurricane of my own thoughts. It was a frightening stillness down there. The depth of the sea looked endless. It was so dark and it was swallowing me. I tried to scream to shout to beg and to cry. My head was about to explode. The sea was my theatre but everybody declined their invitations. Nobody was present to watch my show. Nobody saw me. Is taking the rubber boat through the sea the first thing that comes to your mind when hearing the word refugee? Well it is but the tip of an iceberg. Grief conflict anxiety stress fatigue escaping and hope are just a sample of what Mohi a refugee who won a battle against the great sea encounters during this journey.