Greeting to you, peace and patients always with you all the time!
I really appreciate you for your sympathetic feeling and humanitarian duties you are doing for freedom of those who left in within of many difficulties, bearing relentless and ordeals for exactly three years.
I am feeling by all of my limbs your hard works devoted with great enthusiasm to help many of my friends who had accomplished their freedom and resettled beside you with great prosperities to your communities, with a sense of shared humanity. Thanks to you one and all.
I sincerely, hope you do never be apathetic to those who need your supports left behind of them in the face of anxiety, frustration and disappointment. I am sure you don't.
You asked me about my current situation that's so good. I am getting better but the depression is all the time with me and even the scars of it will be remain on my body till the end of my life.
The main thing which concerned me is sadness, nightmares and the children whenever, they cry and gently asking of peace and freedom, men and women anger and disappointed all the time. That is all heartbreaking.
The day before yesterday, here was a child crying and tears rolled down her cheeks, I peacefully asked and touched her soft hands. She is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for her pain and simmered down a little as I walked a long inside of the camp with her. Then
she meekly asked me, what is the meaning of freedom and peace which my parents and all people talking about.
I cried out in pain but I know no one is going to hear my cry for help. I desperately began to gasp for air. She looked at me with sorrowful eyes and called me uncle you did not answer my question. It has been a very interesting moment for me and I am somewhat surprised to find a child with 7 or 8 year old realizing that what is really life means and simply differentiate wrong form right and good from bad. I said, the peace and freedom just means to be with your
parents and that's all.
Do you know what she said, "that is not true". Because I see my parents are weeping tears whenever I am not with them. I can see they are silent and distressed all the time and feeling absolutely disable. Because they can't bear to see their own children are going through so much uncertainty in front of their own eyes. She said that she wishes to be with someone who could explain more what freedom and peace means.
she also said that I wish I am able only to please my wonderful parents, I love to talk with people and enjoy talking with my Dad and my mom and they are trying telling me some enthusiastic stories, to avoid me from depression. This means, it hurts me to see my family and people here so sad. I know they love me, and I love them so very much. I told to my parents
that you are the only peace and happiness for me.
Because many people including children are looking awfully sad and suffering from different form of pain. I am desperately worried and it breaks my heart to see
the little child is so sad and to hear there is no justice to talk about.
I hope you do understand what I mean and forgive me for any impolite words in my writing which I wholeheartedly feel sadness and definitely going through it for three years.
Please pass it to everybody.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Respectfully yours,
Letter from Nauru - received 29 October
With great appreciation to you for your great sense of obligation and sympathetic feeling for those who left in the gloomy atmosphere on inferno in Nauru. Yet, for the third year running we remained imprisoned. Inside of the darkness, gloomy climates of the camp, people are moving restlessly, plunged into dark bitter recollections. We have too many fearful depressions which sign of bitter taste. Our fatal hopelessness has augmented the sorrows of our spirits.
Each of us feels to lose the last refuge which we take in. Painful death has stayed many horrible heavy things upon our minds, adding to our melancholic loneliness. We are alien and outcast in the taking refuge in Australia one of the proudest and beautiful countries with nice people, ignoring our basic human rights by locking up in the remotest place in the pacific island of Nauru far away from media and traffic and paid no attention to our cry for help.
All our hopes, dreams and ambitions resulted in nothingness, merely and absurdity, a grievous fiasco. We can hardly evading of dismal state which is on our minds and do not know how to find the alternative ways to come out of this dejected harsh climates to smoke in the misty moonlight which is giving a look of our inner world with full of injustices. I started
squandering in the memories of the past few years, how beautiful it was, in the far mountainous village in Afghanistan where I was quite unaware of the agonies of the world and my life in stricken by many barbaric conflicts among people, prefer to flee from killing, danger as well as left my family and my friends behind and take refuge to Australia.
Because I have heard Australia is a peaceful democratic country where I believed I would receive freedom and justice. Instead, I imprisoned for indefinite long periods of times. All our aims and goals are now focusing on small window of freedom from this diabolical circumstance. Our prime ages are spending in pursuit of real freedom in which we have been spending our beautiful waiting days and nights of youth in the darkness of incarcerations. I often feel as I have been passing through painful torments in this diabolical situation and it is hard to find words to express my agony of living to you.
You know we are suffering in this sick atmosphere where we feel suffocating from the hot and
unavailability considerations and suffered a lot so far. We are occasionally assaulted by an intensive pain and struggling long against this huge pain, you can see everything in my words and judge it then you would say it is a real torment.
I'm going to conclude this letter and meekly ask you to constantly request from immigration ministry to consider our appalling situation and set us free by writing letters to the minister.