Skrevet av Atia Ijaz

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I was having my best sleep in days, but suddenly I heard a voice.
- Wake up, you sleepy dosser! The voice said.
I opened my eyes and saw a police-officer. Before I had time to stand up, he kicked me out. I ran as fast as I could, he was yelling at me but I didn’t hear it.
- Here I am…again, I said to myself. I had not talked to other people in weeks, so I started talking to myself now, and sometime with God.
- How many times do I have to end up like this? I mean, I don’t deserve it, do I? Hey you, up there! You’re responsible for this, yes you! I’ve asked you several times for a better life, but you don’t do anything. And because of you I always end up in these dark and rainy streets. You just want me to give up, don’t you? Well, listen at these four words; I won’t give up.
I began crying, because I knew that I had to give up, there was no hope.

Next day I found myself on the street, as usual. There were absolutely no people in this poor street. I walked to the small store across the road. – Be ready for some breakfast, I said to myself. I looked inside the shop, and my dear friend was (luckily) there. I walked in and stood in front of him. Without saying anything, he gave me some bread and juice. I went out to the street again and sat down.
When I started eating, I looked around in the street. It was very comfortable actually. So silent, just as I liked it. Without knowing it myself, I went to sleep, a long sleep.

When I woke up, it was very dark and a bit cold too. And it had started raining again. Actually I didn’t have anything against rain; it was like a shower for me.
A piece of paper touched my feet. I picked it up, a poem.

“Hope
I thought I would give up,
But I won’t.
I thought I would live like this,
But I won’t.
I thought I would die like this,
But, no, I won’t.
I’ll keep on fighting,
Until I get a better life.
I’ll keep on fighting,
Until we’re together again.
I still got hope, I’ll not give up.”

I closed my eyes. This poem really gave me hope. I opened my eyes again and looked up.
- Thanks, I said. – Thanks for giving me hope. I will keep on fighting, and not give up.