The Invisible Walls

 


The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss

Erin Hunter


I’m walking down the street of my neighbourhood, whistling on a merry melody, without a care in the world. Suddenly, in the middle of a street, I crash into something, and I have to stop. I take a step back to see what it is, but there is nothing there. I slowly move my hand forward, and it touches something. It is like a wall, but I can’t really see it. I try to push it, but it doesn’t move. I try to punch it, but it still stands there, stopping me from walking that direction. On the other side I can see other people, walking down their streets, whistling melodies. They seem so happy, on the other side of the Invisible Wall. “Oh well,” I think, “I’ll just stay here for now, I have no need to leave.”

Then my neighbourhood takes a turn for the worse. Where there was once joy and happiness there are now bombs and terror. The food is scarce, there is no work, and there are no longer anyone whistling in the streets. I try to make the best out of the situation, but every day I fear for my own well-being. I fear for my life.

I return to the Invisible Wall. On the other side they are still walking in the streets. In my neighbourhood, we don’t do that anymore. On the other side, they are still whistling. In my neighbourhood, we don’t do that anymore. On the other side, they are still happy. In my neighbourhood, well…

Every day I try to find a way past the wall, but to no use. Other people from my neighbourhood try to do the same. We are all scared, we are all hungry, we all want to get to a place where we are safe. But the wall is stopping us. The wall is keeping us locked in a neighbourhood of hunger, fear and terror. The Invisible Wall has decided that this is where I belong, that this is how my life should be.

If only someone on the other side would understand us. If only someone on the other side would disagree with the fact that we belong in a world of fear. If only someone on the other side would help me tear down this Invisible Wall.

 

In recent time we speak a lot about the refugee-crisis. Never have more people (46.7 million) been under the assistance of protection of the UN High Commissioner for Refugees. Last year, an average of 42,500 people were forced to leave their home every day due to conflict or persecution. Many of these people fled to the other parts of the country, and many of them sought refuge in other countries.

There are numerous organisations and individuals who make an amazing effort to try to help all of these people get a place where they feel safe, which is one of the most basic human rights. There are also, however, people who do not agree, people who say that they don’t want refugees coming into “their” country. Because “their” country belongs to them, and no one else should reap the benefits from it.

One of the biggest challenges we have in the coming years is to create a world where we manage to see beyond borders, where we don’t think about “them” and “us,” where we don’t think about “their” country and “my” country.

The world belongs to all of us, and it is our responsibility to share it in a way that benefits everyone.


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Migration

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