By Samad Abdul
That’s such a moment of blessing when you are with your best friend but that’s such a horrible moment when friends get separated forever.
Being detained without any guilt in Manus prison camp where each day is equal to a month, every month is equal to a year and each year is equal to a century but we are still trying to get our rights and justice.
I was brought here by force. At that time I needed some one to talk with, to share my pain, to laugh, but it was impossible to find a friend in a place where everything is against the system, where everything is against the law, where giving torture and stress to us was the job of those who conceived this prison and work here.
The beginning of detention will remain one of the toughest and most painful times forever and I’ll not be able to forget such cruelty.
I was expecting such a great humanity and kindness in all white people as I was inspired from white people by the media. But not all white people are kind, some are worst.
When I stepped in to Christmas Island I was so happy and I was looking at the sky and telling myself, I’m a free person now and I will find my happiness in this land and no one will stop me from fulfilling my dreams.
I was thrown in a hole, my dreams were taken. I was abused, disrespected and tortured but according to the system they were doing a great job.
In that tough situation where I was separated from my happiness and my dreams finally I found a best friend in my diary. My diary was my only friend with who I could share my pain.
I was always writing my pain, suffering and struggle and it gave to me some lovely time as I kept myself busy in a place where there wasn’t any activity to do.
After dinner, coming to my bed and writing about my feelings and pain, my good experiences and bad experiences was one of the greatest times and it always made me so positive, motivated me. I dreamed I would read my diary every night once I had succeeded in my dreams but this too, another dream, was destroyed.
The day when we were attacked and removed by force to another prison camp, they entered my room and abused me both physically and verbally and destroyed my everything.
My diary, my books, my clothes have been destroyed. I couldn’t protect my diary.
The moment is such a painful moment. It is the worst moment when everything is going wrong but you are not able protect or fight back for your rights.
I cried and begged them please not to destroy my diary but their only response was to abuse us as they were trained by the people who are having fun in Australian parliament house and are very happy to torture innocent lives.
This article was collaboratively edited by Samad Abdul and Janet Galbraith, and supported by Writing Through Fences.
My name is Samad and I’m from Pakistan. I have been detained illegally for years in a place where it’s so easy for hope and dreams to be demolished. I wasn’t a writer but this place made me a writer. My pain made me a writer. Although I can’t take my dreams from the people who destroyed them I will use my words as a weapon and will not allow them to destroy more dreams.
I completed high school and then went on to do 2 more years of general studies in the Faculty of Science. I also studied some Basic Engineering and attended English classes before I was forced to flee my homeland.
I became interested in writing when I came here to PNG. When there isn’t anyone with me I always write.
I am administrator for the Writing Through Fences website.