A touching story posted by Anette Kjær Jørgensen about a 16 day old baby boy who is a Kurdish refugee from Iraq born in Europe.
I am 16 days old, and my name is Riad. I am Kurdish and a refugee from Iraq. My mum and dad has been living for several months in a squat in Athen. I cry a lot, because it is so cold in the squat, which is an old school. Together with two other families my mum and dad and me lives in a big classroom, and the only heating we have got is a small electric store – you can see it on the picture. The heater keeps going out, because too many people put on their heaters at the same time. When that happens it gets really cold, and my small body gets even more cold than it is. In the night the heater does not work at all, and I get very scared that I will get ill and perhaps die. I think I am too small to die. I have only lived for such a short time.
My mum and dad have no money, so they can not afford buying any clothes for me. Therefore my mum has wrapped me in a lot of blankets. It is snowing now here in Athen, and it is so cold. I cry most of the time, when I am not sleeping, because my mums milk is so cold, when she is breastfeeding me, and then because of the cold milk my stomach hurts. The doctor says.
Today was luxury, and my mum was smiling. Normally she does not smile. She cries a lot. I think she is very unhappy. My mum has got no shoes, only some slippers, and I get very worried, because if she gets ill, what about me?
Okay, I will just tell you, why my mum was smiling today. Because I cry so much, she always cradle me on her legs. Now she has done that since I was born, and her legs hurt. She so much wanted a cradle for me, and do you know what? This morning a very kind Greek man came with a cradle for me.
And then my mum got happy.
Later today a lady came. She was here yesterday too. Yesterday she brought some clothes for me, but it was much too big. Do not know, what she is thinking about. She can not be used to small human beings like me. Today she came again and brought Johnsons baby oil for me and johnsons babycream and something to drink for my mum. She said it was good for my mum, because my mum is breastfeeding me. She brought a lot of other stuff, and she got it all from a very nice lady from Great Britain, who is going to open a cafe for refugees and homeless people like me.
But she did not bring any shoes for my mum. I really do hope she will, because I think my mum deserves it.
This was my story. A story about being born in Europe as a refugee.
Hope you enjoyed reading it.