When I did not understand my female teacher's language, I was humiliated and I collapsed psychologically. The crisis exposed my identity to confusion and challenge.
In this short journey of life, I was displaced to a path that has no end. The path in which my childhood was traversed in me, my youth was trampled in search of freedom.
Yes, I accepted voluntary deportation because they discriminated against me in accordance with the law.
In a global decision, the land of Kurdistan was taken captive. By what law and right they stole the dreams of thousands of children?
I should not exist here; it should not have my weapon for defense. I should not be in the middle of this war, I should now have my hands hanging on my mother's flowery skirt. My concern should not be an unknown tomorrow that only smells of death and horror! By what right did they deprive me of the right to a peaceful life?
This is the story of Keiwan, which is depicted with a camera lens.
