Four years as a refugee in Belgium

I remember when I first arrived in Belgium, I felt alone far from home, from people I knew for years, far from my house and work, my wife and kids, far from my life, being in a place where I have to start from zero. After months of being in a camp, I was allowed to leave and find my own place, finding a place was very hard and it seemed impossible.

For a moment I thought why don’t I just go back home no matter how the situation is? but I remembered how selfish will it be, thinking of myself and not of my kids who might have a peaceful future here.

I decided to fight with all my power to move forward, to learn, work and do whatever to bring them, and gladly that happened.

It’s been 4 years since I arrived in this country, I speak Dutch, I work as a mentor for kids in an organization, I volunteer to translate for newcomers, my wife speaks Dutch and work, my kids go to school. I am glad I didn’t make the decision of going back, I am glad to have my life back.

Story from Through refugee eyes

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