 Hooshyar came to South Yorkshire as a refugee. He has been a student on the WEA’s Active Citizenship course. This is a poem that he wrote about arriving in this country. With help he had translated it from Farsi.
Hooshyar now has a job in Sheffield, but was able to take a day’s leave to visit the Houses of Parliament with other WEA students and to read the poem in English to an audience including several MPs.
Robinson Crusoe
I approached a sorrowful sunset,
I was dead, all that remained of me
Was my tiny name.
My tiny name,
Soaked frightened and tired,
Reached the shore.
Strangely, searched deeply the island’s trees.
The Island,
Was tiny and nice.
The Island Was huge and ugly
The Island Was the far end of the world.
My name,
It was only my mother, who knew it
And a kind friend,
Who was my childhood playmate.
But later, when we grew up a bit, He pointed his gun at my face.
And the Island Has recorded my name
At the old College of ESOL,
In the Home Office files,
At the Police Station And in many Job Agencies.
Hooshyar - May 2007
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