My name is Mohammad. I was 13 years old the day I left Somalia, leaving my grandmother behind. After almost being taken from my family by our military, and placed as a child soldier, I escaped briskly at night with the help of smugglers.
I kept hope while travelling and though I didn't know where I was going I continued.The days that I traveled I thought of my grandmother who had raised me after my parents had passed and was more than thankful.
My smugglers helped me throughout the journey to get out of Somalia as quick as possible. Soon I realized that my Somalian passport was taken. I was terrified with what would happen but despite this I ventured on.
When coming to Thailand I realized how stable the country was, though I still was without my Somalian passport which worried me severely after entering as an undocumented child in a refugee camp.
I soon got into soccer which was a blessing, having the refugee camps be very boring. I played with a local team and soon went to tournaments. I enjoyed them immensely, always looking forward to them.
Suddenly, one day, at one of the tournaments, I was taken by the immigrant police. They took me into a detention center in Thailand where I soon took the case to court claiming that one of my smugglers took my passport. Thankfully, my case won, making me very happy. Now I continue playing soccer as well as living in Thailand.