www.mihub.eu Page | 5 When he was released, we fled to Turkey. We started from zero — again. It wasn’t easy. We faced racism, struggle, and rejection. But still, I learned. I grew. I learned English. I made friends. I stood tall. Until one day, we were forced to leave again. Now I live in Cyprus. It’s been over a year and a half. And still, I hold on. I’ve learned many things through pain: That strength doesn’t mean violence. That peace can grow from war. That a refugee is not a threat — but a survivor. Even though I was born in war, I chose to be kind. Even though I’ve been displaced, I choose to rise. Palestine — my homeland — lives in my heart, even if I’ve never touched its soil. And to my fellow refugees: Respect the countries that welcomed you. Be kind, be honest, be grateful. We carry our identity through our behavior. We didn’t choose to be refugees — but we can choose to carry ourselves with dignity. I’m Eyad. A refugee, yes — but I am not broken. I am the dream that refuses to die.
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