Bombing, Damaging, Smoking,

Screaming, broking,

Get a staff to the  car

Running away from the city

One week there is no way to live

Traveling to Africa

Using a boat,

No way except the sea.

One day seeing only a sea and the people lost consciousness

Hearing sea waves.

I touch the sea


The boat crashed,

The hope is gone

Screaming, we all say, “no way to live.”

We arrived safely

People wave to us and say “AsSalamu- Alaikum

Drive us to Store in the port

See a lot of People

Asking myself they all Yemenis

It’s true they all Yemenis

True, I have a small heart but an inner volcano

We need the freedom of the life

Out of the port

Two days out the new life new home new place

Different people

We look like different to them

But they are happy with us

Let me told you something good happened to my family

We have been together with my family for a long time for four months

Know we have to say goodbye to my second country

Know to a new life, new place, a new future.

To the U.S. without obstacles.


CC BY-SA 4.0 Hard Journey Hard Life by Ishak is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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