Identity and Belonging Essay

My family and I left the Kabul for Pakistan in 1995. Our dream was a better life a life which we could sleep a night with peace a life which we could walk with no fair. Me and my military chaplain we were work as labour for a small company, it was 50/km far from our groundwork and we were going thither by my dads bicycle.The work was voteless everything was hard in that respect, but when I was coming home and looking that my brothers and sisters are having book to read and they are going to school, we accept something to eat and no one is here try to kill us I was felling like i have everything. With our straggle and hard working in 1999 my dad buy a house we moved on that point our life was becoming more comfortable we were happy. But we didnt cognize that now something in truth bad is rankning after us.A really nasty day my dad was sick at home I was coming from work it was 7pm, I saw a car obstruct my way four guy was standing beside the care they abused me with a reall y bad language and said come to car, i run to fight with them two of them took out the gun and shot near to my performance , one of them came near to me and hit me with the gun I fall down, when I weak up, it was a dark house my head was full of blood. I remember, the days which my dad was taken to Talibans prising because he was translator of American embassy.My dad was too keen that get him out of that, for me it was impossible. After sextet courses, here is now three more guys with me, they are using us as cleaner dish washer cocks any kind of work. either day we were planning to escape from there but we couldnt. In 2009 we scaped from there but just three of us get succeed. I came choke to Pakistan to find my family but no one was there they escaped from Pakistan too. I didnt know where to go i went to my dads conversance place, he told me my dad went to Iran and after 5 years he went to Australia, so my dad and all the family was in Australia.I was really happy by hearing that because they were save now. I get the number and call him, he told me he will sponsor me and i will be there in just one year but it was too hard to stay one day because the Talibans were still after me. So i chooses illegal way to came to us, went to Indonesia we were 80 people in sauceboat a small boat, he told me he will sponsor me and i will be there in just one year but it was too hard to stay one day because the Talibans were still after me.