On the other side of the street I saw the Polish, French, Africans and many more foreigners crying badly as they lost their kids .And then I saw many depressed adults, alcoholics coming out of Foster Homes. And suddenly I saw kids taking drugs and committing suicide.
That dream was full of blood, tears and pains .I woke up and realized that it wasn’t a nightmare at all, that was the reality, and the human rights violations I have seen in Germany and have been carrying with me for many years.
I then took the pen and wrote this story as everyone in the world knows what it means to be abused and tortured. But the worst is when your voice is either stopped, blocked, not heard or even ignored as the Human Rights violations go on and on.
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