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Abused and Harassed Migrant Tales #2: All I need is Paper

Abused and Harassed Migrant Tales #2: All I need is Paper

Kirandeesh Kaur

Migrant Tale 2: A Letter to Humanity

As I closed my diary, I leaned my head against the tree bark protecting myself from the scorching heat radiating from the sun, closing my eyes in an attempt to seek tranquillity. “Hush”, yelled conscience beseeching food as my skeleton hands groped for grain.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

I hope Allah is all ears to my sorrow unlike the human-like creatures on this planet. I seek answers, Allah. Why did you contrive within the silhouette of a human? To be purposely called indifferent? To meet the face of death too soon? To implore for water, shelter, clothes on the streets of Hyderabad where my birth rituals were performed? There is unrest even after death. Will I ever be at peace?

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The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

Tales were written by Kirandeesh Kaur for The Teen Pop Magazine where she unravels the sufferings and tortures faced by The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

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The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited being a migrant. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice. Migrant Migrant Migrant

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

As I opened my buttons, I saw blood oozing out of my heart, my soul whining, and the façade over my eyes trying to dab them in vain, however. I was breathless until another, hacking cough accompanying blood egestion until another, joint popping out until another…… And those heavy blows faded just like the light before my eyes.

The last memory that I have of this realm is supposedly me on the path of death cursing humanity to have shortened my existence and carrying the baggage of injustice that I deemed to have been inherited. I wish I could lead a protest tomorrow but since I can’t I would like to transcend this message to my coming generations not wanting to pass on injustice.

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