Birth story
My father lived in Iran during the reign of Shah Pahlavi. I was also born in this country, in Saveh County, Madar Square, 17th Shahrivar Maternity Hospital. You can see the oldest photo of me in this post.
I grew up alongside the children of Iran, sharing our lives and childhood together. Those truly were good times for us. The memories of our games and childhood adventures will always remain in my mind.
That period was filled with joy and laughter. We enjoyed the small and simple moments, and our world was as vast as our imaginations and dreams. Every day, my friends and I embarked on new adventures and created unforgettable moments.
Start of school
My education began at the 22nd Bahman School in the city of Saveh, alongside other children. Many scenes and events from that time still remain in my memory. My first teacher, Mr. Zamani, had a significant impact on me and instilled in me a love for learning.
Later on, Mr. Mohammad Bazm and Mr. Ghaemi guided me through my academic journey. Each class and lesson was a new and exciting experience. The memories I have from that time are filled with moments of joy and learning that I will never forget.
The school principal, Mr. Shabani, and the assistant principal, Mr. Rezazi, played important roles in maintaining discipline and order at the school. For me, school was not just a place to learn but also a place to make new friends and learn the values of life. That period was truly a golden era for me.
place of residence
The beginning of Thalath Street and Dari Alley holds most of my memories. I had wonderful neighbors like Mr. Rahimi and Mr. Tatari living there. Dari Alley was also home to Seyed Ziaeddin Dari, a notable filmmaker and director, whose father was a trusted and respected figure in the city.
At the entrance of Dari Alley, there was a religious site managed by Mr. Seyed Esmaeil Shahrokhi, one of the prominent figures of the city. He treated Afghan nationals with kindness and respect. This religious site played a significant role in fostering social and cultural bonds in the neighborhood.
The honorable Seyed Shahrokhi had a special affection for Afghan nationals, and I, in turn, will never forget the kindness and help this citizen extended to the Afghan community. These memories will always remain with me, showcasing the human and moral values that exist in our society
With the beginning of my teenage years, challenges also arose. From the fifth grade onwards, I realized that I am Afghan and do not belong to Iran. Nevertheless, I always considered and introduced myself as Iranian. During my education, this feeling of alienation caused a lot of emotional distress, but I continued my path with confidence.
Throughout my life, I encountered only two abusive teachers. Mr. Jedili in middle school and Mr. Rezazi in elementary school punished me more than others because I was Afghan. The bitter memories of these two individuals will never be forgotten. However, alongside them, there were good and hardworking teachers who helped me with their efforts and kindness, like Mr. Miyahi and Mr. Rafat.
I spent my high school years at Bagher Alolum High School, located at Talagani Square. Despite the challenges, this period was full of valuable lessons and experiences. My memories from this time reflect the importance of humanity and kindness in society
In every period of my life, I had friends, some of whom I had known since childhood. During my education, I also made good friends and classmates like Mr. Habibullah Zarif, Mr. Ruhollah Eshghali, and Mr. Majid Tofighi. Despite the limitations on university education, I realized that I was excluded from many activities, which discouraged me. Therefore, I started my life with self-employment. My friends pursued their education; one became a police officer, another joined a company, and another became a driver. However, due to being Afghan, I could not achieve my dreams.
Nevertheless, I did not remain idle and continued my efforts and activities. I attended my friends’ wedding celebrations, and they also participated in mine. These memories highlight the importance of friends and solidarity throughout life. Despite the challenges, I never gave up on striving and hoping.
File number of high school
marriage
Life continued to move forward, and finally, at the age of marriage, my parents traditionally selected a bride for me. I got married, and a new chapter of my life began. My first and second daughters were born in the same place where I was born, at Madar Square, 17th Shahrivar Maternity Hospital. My eldest daughter started her education, and life went on.
Then suddenly, a significant change occurred in our lives. This change became a turning point in our journey, bringing new challenges. However, we never lost hope and continued to move forward together
An important and dangerous development
The voluntary repatriation program, supported by the UNHCR and the government of Iran, began. With no hope of finding suitable employment and a bright future, I decided to return to Afghanistan with my intermediate education and technical skills and to live and work there, fulfilling my civic duty. My entire family, relatives, and friends were against my departure. I remember clearly that the decision was serious, and I registered and submitted my residency documents.
Afghanistan was the worst possible place to live, with poverty, lack of necessary infrastructure, and prolonged wars making it unsuitable for living. However, I managed to work there for several years, engaging in photography, videography, editing, and working on humanitarian and international projects. These experiences, although challenging, were invaluable and provided me an opportunity to serve the community.
Seven years of living in hardship and danger cannot be summarized on a single page. This period was filled with challenges and hardships, but despite all the difficulties, I never stopped striving and continued my journey with hope for a better future. The memories of this time will always remain with me, showcasing my determination and resilience in the face of adversity
The promise of international organizations
The United Nations office made many promises to support us in Afghanistan, including land and periodic aid. We were even registered with the “Help” institution. However, when we arrived in Afghanistan, these promises were not fulfilled. In the seven years I was in Afghanistan, we were only given a piece of paper that did not turn into land, and the “Help” institution did not accept us either.
Despite all these problems, I continued to work for the UN offices and their projects, risking my life. Unfortunately, they did not fulfill their commitments and left us alone
Security risk
The security situation worsened day by day, and life became more dangerous. Suddenly, the tide turned, and Afghanistan fell, with the Taliban taking over the country. All social, humanitarian, and international activities turned against me. According to the Taliban, any contact with foreigners and activities in foreign institutions were considered crimes, punishable by torture, imprisonment, and even summary execution. We were forced to flee to Iran.
On the way, we were captured by Pakistani military and paramilitary forces. After three days of torture and hunger, we were released by paying a large sum of money. Despite all the hardships, I managed to reach Iran and obtain a temporary residence permit. However, these temporary documents were nothing compared to the solid ones I had before. There were restrictions on education, work, and social services, and recently it was announced that those with temporary residence permits must return to their country as they would not be renewed
I repeatedly emailed officials, individuals, and legal institutions, explaining the critical situation of my family and myself, but received no response. European and American governments have organized plans to support their collaborators, but why did the UNODC not support my family and me, leaving us alone? The UN offices in Tehran also provided no assistance.
The threat of deportation and trial by the Taliban looms. Despite these threats, no one responded to my requests. The sense of hopelessness and helplessness in this critical situation was extremely hard. My efforts to find support and security for my family were in vain, and this situation continues
Due to my unfamiliarity with the English language and lack of awareness of the asylum and migration processes, I have not yet succeeded in reaching a safe country. Here, there are also legal restrictions on migrants in the economic, educational, and banking sectors. Every day, I face new challenges that compel me to find suitable and effective solutions.
The situation for my daughters and me is extremely critical. We live under constant pressure and threats. The lack of access to essential services and existing limitations have made life very difficult for us. I hope to receive your help and support so that we can achieve a safe and stable life