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Oh Ocean: My name is Hamed and this is my poem.

I am from Afghanistan, in Kabul. I worked with the US Army as an interpreter. When the American troops left, we were threatened by the Taliban. That’s why I decided to leave Afghanistan.

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Kayra Martinez, Greece

The Art Creates Support for Families and Children

When I dropped off my first carload … I asked, “May I stay and help?”

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Linar and her family, from Afghanistan

We Were Stuck Between Two Patrols

We only had enough to get this far, here in Greece. Now we’re stuck.

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Asad, Afghanistan

You Have to Have Faith and Trust in Humanity

​I found myself on the street, with nothing and nowhere to stay.

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Rhenald, Nigeria

My Dream is to Help People Make Life Better

Everyone has his own road and his own destiny.

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Idehen, West Africa

Going to Libya was Hell

I said, “God, OK, if today is my last day, let it be.”

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Tamba, West Africa

I Want to Work

If I leave the camp for more than three days, they will not let me back.

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