My name is Fatima and this is my story. In the beginning I was alone, left stranded at 11 in Somalia. My family was gone, there was gun shots and I was lost. I had to run away, from my home, from where I grew up. I had to go.
Please don´t hurt my girls!
I thought that it would get better, following my neighbors to a refugee camp, but it didn't. I became pregnant with two daughters. I finally wasn't alone, although this time I wish I was. My parents found me but because I was not married my family believes it is a shame on this world for me to live.
Mom what's wrong with her?
I had to leave and flee from the camp to keep my girls safe from the threats of my family. We went to Thailand where I was able to find a house for us and I thought this would turn out to be a suitable living environment for my daughters but I was wrong. The people there were mean towards us and told us what we could and couldn't do. I needed to make sure my girls were safe.
Why aren't we moving?
Not shortly after getting settled in Thailand, we got arrested by the police because we were illegal immigrants. We got dragged away from our home and put in a Thai detention center where the other women there would beat me at night. We had to live in the harsh conditions for a year.
It's going to be ok.
The detention center was brutal. We were living under horrible conditions and because of that my youngest daughter became very ill. She was suffering and she would not live much longer without help. Soon after due to the health concerns of my daughter, we got a secured approval to resettle in the U.S.
Our flights were booked and everything was going as planed. I thought that our bad luck was finally over but no. The travel ban that blocked Somalia refugees was just announced and therefore we were stuck in a limbo with other Somalia refugees and a very sick child.