My bitter biography

The story began the day I was selected as the team captain by the school team and by the sport coach. A football match was held between four schools in the same area. We only had a week to practice and then play in matches. Finally, the matches started. We won the game with the brilliance of me, Taher Hussaini. In that match I scored two goals and that made the team win. But the coach of the opposing team objected to the referees and his objection was that the player of our team is Afghan and the point obtained by an Afghan player is of no value. So, the referees changed the result of the game 3-0 on their favor. I was very upset. We are all human and have no superiority over each other, but they gave them superiority over the nationality of the people.

That day, with that bitter incident, my sense of motivation for football disappeared and my good sense of heart was changed. I hated Iran because all this racism is nowhere in the world. After that incident, I generally decided to drop out of school and start working.

I worked hard to pay for my trip to Europe, where I could use my talents and achieve my dreams. My brother, who was in Sweden, told me to come to Europe and try to play football here and you will get a good result. Whenever I had free time, I went to the gym and play futsal. The sport of football had become a part of me. With a lot of effort and practice, I managed to participate in city competitions, but this privilege was such that I had to hide my true identity of being Afghan.

In one of the matches, I had a problem with my knee. My knee tendons had a problem, so this pain did not allow me to progress in football. I could not even work. Due to financial difficulties, I could not do any treatment for my knee.

I decided to emigrate with the hope that one day I would be cured and be able to pursue my goal and dreams again. The day I wanted to leave my family and start my journey was very difficult. It was very hard for me to bear when I saw my mother’s eyes drowning in tears, as well as my father’s face full of sorrow. But I had to fight for my dreams and all my goals and endure all those hardships.

I came to the Turkish-Iranian border by car and after that, I was walking in the mountains for 13 hours. I was dying walking, was awful for me, who had a knee problem. My knee hurt a lot and I arrived in Turkey with very difficult problems. I was in Turkey for two months and during these two months I lived in parks for forty days and slept. After taking three risks in the waters of Turkey and Greece, I managed to reach Greece.

I have been on Moria Camp Island on Lesbos for two years now. These two years have been as long and difficult as a century for me. My interview answer in negative and I have been waiting for my second answer for two months. My outlook on life has changed. I am like a prisoner who has no motivation to continue living and cannot understand what freedom is.

For my knee problem, I went to Doctors Without Borders from France, Germany and Netherlands in Moria and they said you should be treated by a specialist doctor, but so far I have not been able to get even an MRI of my knee. No action has been taken by the doctors and also I have no financial support. There is nothing left of my excitement and motivation and I have lost all my desire to become a footballer.

I am a boy from Afghanistan and I am 20 years old and I wanted to write all my bitter happening in my life. I decided to write about all the pain in my heart that cannot be said.

Taher, Hussaini