Mehdi's personal story

The largest common similarity between me and my classmates is poverty. Everyone in some way have had a hard time in their native country.

I´m an Afghan but I´m borned and raised in Iran. I don´t want to talk about some bad things in Iran but I haven´t experienced it nice and fare in Iran towards immigrants. You were treated separately and if you wanted to perform better for a better place in the society you were envied and treated bad. My biggest wish have been an asset to a better economic chapter to help other immigrants who had a hard time in their lives regardless ethnicity and belonging, Muslim or non-Muslim…this is a part of my thoughts. I and my family searched us to Sweden via the UN to escape from poverty.

Our family history 16/2 1397 we started our trip. At 23:00 we left our house to Tehran. Due to administrative problems, we were in Tehran for a week. We flew to Istanbul on 24/3 1397 and we arrived in the morning of 25/3. I left Istanbul at 8:00 am and moved to my city.

At 14:00 we arrived at the final destination. This was the story of our immigration from Iran to Sweden. I went to school in Iran. My dad worked as a construction worker my mother worked as a housekeeper. Mom and dad decided that we would move because it was not a good place for refugees and for a better future. No money and no security. I wasn´t afraid of anything especially. It was really hard to be away from friends and relatives. I missed my friends, fruits and traditionally foods. The things I got with me were a memoryjacket, memoryshoes and a memoryshirt.