I am sad but I have to put down these in words now. I was a victim of racial abuse for the second time in three months. The incident shook me like anything, the whole day I was thinking about how safe this place is, though now I am over it but still it raises so many questions about this country that I have come to make my hay.
Is it really worth staying in this place, when
- Your wife cries everyday talking to you.
- You are away from your family, friends and relatives.
- You can't participate in any of the function to share happiness or grief.
- You can't go around freely, knowing that either the racist would catch you or the police.
- You know at the back of your head that you are the odd man out.
- Your skin suddenly becomes the differentiating factor
- You start thinking of putting your heads down and walk as fast as possible to reach home.
- You fear of talking in your language in public.
With so many odds against you, the only driving force is the money that you get at the end of the day. The money that would help you lead a decent life back home. I wish I leave this country forever and never come back. Just when I pen this down, I remember a song of Jacko, "All I want to say is that, they don't really care about us..."
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