Abdul Saboor

My name is Abdul Saboor. I’m from Afghanistan. I don’t know how old I am- maybe 29 years. Born in exile it was war my mother, she go from Afghanistan to Pakistan she gave birth to me in mountains during the war. She moved to Pakistan to refugees camp. I grow up in Pakistan in AFG refugees camp, I was young when we came back to Afghanistan after members of my family killed by Taliban. I had to go to the us army, I got shots from Taliban 3 times and also in trouble with the family of the girl I like, it my family denied I have to leave Afghanistan. I come to Iran, I was in prison in Iran then deport me to Afghanistan. I try to come again to Pakistan, Iran, Turkey, Bulgarian, Serbia, Sylvania, Italy, France, Spain, again I come to France, Belgium then I come to France final to ask asylum. In Bulgaria I was in prison too and broke my arm. My journey to get to Europe from Afghanistan took 2 years, now I’m in France since 3 years, I have a refugees status. Most of the time people asked me why that’s happened, I don’t know how to answer, the answer is I don’t know when I was in Pakistan refugee camp other kids will told me “refugee, when you will go back to your country?” I will ask my mom “when we will go back to Afghanistan?” She will say “inshallah we will go one day, when there is no more war, now it’s not many times but sometimes some people will see if you not happy go back home”.