The Nightmare of the Exile

I Am A Simple Person From A Simple Family Who Was Part Of A Simple Community. I Grew Up In The Village Of Dissa In The Darfur Region Of Western Sudan. While Growing Up I Didn'T Know What Racism Was And Didn'T Differentiate Between People Based On Their Color Or Religion. I Had No Access To Television Or Electricity Had Never Tasted Chocolate And My Family Put Our Money In A Hole Instead Of Keeping It In A Bank.. In 2003 I Was Forced To Leave My Country With Other Darfuris To Escape Persecution. While In Egypt In 2005 I Read The Word Refugee In A Book And Realized That Was Me. I Have Experienced Hate And Racism Because I Am A Refugee And Foreign. I Have Been Called Ponga Ponga Chocolate Ashikabla And Koshi. All These Terms Were Meant To Humiliate Me Either For My Status As A Refugee Or For The Color Of My Skin. I Have Been Put In Prison For Being A Refugee. On December 31 2005 In Egypt Twenty-Seven People Were Killed In Front Of My Eyes Simply Because They Were Refugees.. This Book Tells My Story Both The Happy Parts As A Child And The Challenging Parts As A Refugee. I Want The World To See All Of Me Not Just My Skin Or My Legal Status. Because Darfuri Refugees Aren'T Just A Nameless Mass Of People. We Have Families Stories Lives Just Like You.