Safiwah's transition story

Our last day in Syria April 25th in 2018 we took farewell of our family and cried. Thereafter we went out and grabbed a taxi for Lebanon. When I stepped into the car I felt the loss of my family and cried. When we arrived in Lebanon we went into the airport with sense of fear.

We waited at the airport for about two hours and a half och then we took the flight to Sweden. We were both happy and sad. When we arrived in Sweden I longed to see my brother. When I saw him I started crying and laughing because we met. Thereafter we waited two hours for the bus which would take us to Linköping where I got to meet my uncle.

I was happy and this was our journey to Sweden. When a week had passed I started to long more and more for my family.

I was a student and my mother was a housewife and my father was dead. We came to Sweden from our country to live with my brother. I was afraid to come to Sweden since I don´t know anybody here. It was hard to leave my family. I missed my family and friends and fresh air in the morning.