"Thanks
to the sea who welcomed us without a visa... Thanks to the fish who will eat on
my body without asking me what's my religion, or political status..."
-
A good-bye letter found in the pocket of one of the thousands of Syrians who
drowned in the Mediterranean while fleeing to Europe from the war in Syria,
after all the other countries rejected them and denied them the visa. He wrote:
"Dear
mom, I am sorry that the boat has drowned and I wasn't able to make it to
Europe. I am sorry that I won't be able to send you back the money you had to
borrow for my boat trip. Don't be sad if they never find my corpse in this wild
sea; it won't bring me back to you, it will only bring you more debt and more
funeral, burial, and transportation expenses.
I
am sorry that the war has happened, and I'm sorry that I had to leave just like
all the other kids who had dreams. Although my dreams weren't too big; I only
dreamt of affording a bottle of medicine for your illness, and some money to
fix your teeth.
By
the way, the color of my teeth right now is green because of all the algae
stuck on it. I still believe they're better looking than the teeth of our
dictator though...
I
am sorry that I built you an imaginary house in my dreams; a cozy wooden hut
like the one in movies. A hut that is very far from barrel bombs, airplanes,
and all the sectarianism we were surrounded with.
Dear
brother, I am sorry that I wasn't able to send you the $50 I promised I will
send every month to buy yourself something nice before you graduate.
Dear
sister, I am sorry that I wasn't able to send you a nice smartphone with all
the wi-fi and the technology that your friends at school are buying.
Dear
home, I am sorry that I will never ever hang my jacket behind your door again.
Dear
divers and rescue teams, I am sorry for all the trouble you have to go through
to find our bodies, as I don't know the name of the sea I'm drowning in.
Dear
United Nations and government agencies, please stay comfortable and please rest
assured that I will never be a burden on you anymore.
Thanks
to the sea who welcomed us without a visa... Thanks to the fish who will eat on
my body without asking me for my religion, or political status...
Thanks
to all the TV channels and news outlets who will share our news for a few
minutes everyday to make some money off our story while it's still hot and
interesting.
Thank
you all for feeling sorry for us...
I
am sorry that I drowned..."
The result of unfinished lives in nation.
The result of unfinished lives in nation.