I joined a group headed to Turkey where I was arrested again because I had no ID papers. They accused me of belonging to the PKK, but they let me go after 2 months because I couldn’t speak Kurdish. I crossed from Izmir to Lesvos by boat and travelled from there to Athens and Macedonia. Eventually I went back to Athens where UNICEF supported me through the EU refugee programme and I arrived in Luxembourg.
I was so weak when I arrived, I couldn’t ingest food and had to spend 3 months in hospital. It was in Luxembourg where I finally received an ID card and my refugee passport. I don’t miss Syria and I wouldn’t go back. I finally have an identity and I matter. People here are understanding and they have generally been kind to me. Unfortunately, people do generalise refugees and blame us if something goes wrong. I want them to know I am brave because of everything I have been through and I have never hurt anyone. I will not stop trying to improve my life just because I have an ID card. I want to work for the ICRC and help others, especially old people who arrive here not knowing the language. I want to help because I didn’t have any help and I don’t want others to go through the same thing. I want to help all marginalised refugees and fight prejudice.