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Patchwork Poetry

Stories of resilience & recovery

Fahad couldn't breath, Fahad had to leave.

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Addressing Mental Health Inequalities in Ethnic Minorities - Funded by the Leeds Community Foundation and Synergi

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About the project

Over the course of 6 months our group of men from the global majority met to work on their creative writing process. The group was facilitated by creative director Sohail Khan who steered the group through the difficult terrain of talking through their experiences of racism, stigma and oppression while others talked of isolation and looked for moments of connection with their peers. Some in our group shared their experience of leaving their home to seek refugee and sanctuary in the UK. Through documenting their journeys the group bonded and shared experiences of times when they had to show incredible resilience to overcome mental and physical hardships. We hope you enjoy their work which is documented below in text and film. We'd like to thank Carrie for her expertise in translating the project into our Patchwork Poetry Banner which will be touring venues in Leeds during 2025. We'd also like to thank Leeds Library Service for providing our venue and digital assistance to the men through the loan of computer tablets. Finally we'd like to thank our second venue of St Vincent's and the staff and patients at the Becklin Centre as we move the project forward into 2025

Stigma Makes
You Small

a foetal ball...

the other, not one another...

From Sudan to
the UK

Tolerance is the foundation of humanity, without it every single conflict becomes just a mere fight. La tolerancia es lo que nos hace humanos (Tolerance is what makes us human

Art is the biggest expression of the self and helps in our own development. It is through art that our minds are able to breath, and in my refugee chapter has enabled me to see more than I could, it has opened doors for me that no other discipline could have. While anxiety and depression might be regular guests now, it is art that keeps them at bay

There are good days and bad days. When I see a picture from a Polish forest, I will remember the cold in the container, the fights in the camp, and I will feel bad.

Now it is time to say goodbye and thank myself for being good to me
And I'm sorry to my hands for hurting them so much

Freedom is life

I make what I want

To take away my freedom

To take away my oxygen

Freedom is Life

Night. 

Cold dark. 

Thin clothes. Hungry. Bribes. Take money… Hide money… Forest… Cold Dark…Thin clothes… Minus Zero…

… Border guards… 

…Dogs guard dogs.  Border fence. Forest.  Guard dog follows us, the dog became our friend…for a while. 

Caught 

…Closed camp. Cell, four persons in a cell two meters by five meters… Bad… Bad…. Bad… Border Guard…. Guard like a robot… people got sick.  Tasered

“For sure not all refugees good

 For sure not all refugees bad.”

They always call us a number or devils

Airport. Papers Papers…. Papers…. Moving… identification… your story over the border into the City. Stamps in your passport. Documentation. 

Moving 

Interviews….. 

The camps… moving… the bus… the train… the car. 

Waiting always waiting

Waiting… the questions… your story… Deportation 

Kuwait 

Belarus

Poland

Germany 

France

England

When I sleep I don’t think of deportation.

I have English 

Live in the forest

In the Camp

Waiting 

I can’t be moved around

Tent 

Camp

Cell 

Apartment 

Border

The Sea

The Sea

The Sea

Dover the crossing

Dover 

A big change here

Not much money

I can’t be moved around

Detention

Sleep

Sleep

Sleep

When I sleep I don’t think of deportation 

Moving 

Here.

Do something good for myself.

 

“Freedom is life

I make what I want

To take away my freedom

To take away my oxygen “

The Road To Freedom

Survivor stories from the road

2024

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A Black Night

I decided to leave my country in order to find a better alternative, but when I arrived in Poland - especially during my period in the closed camp - I suffered a lot. Many things that actually happened were denied by others, which has led me to my breakdown. 

 

After waiting for a year, I got out of the closed camp. I expected a lot, but I met the opposite, which led to indescribable pain, excessive thinking, lack of sleep, and many harmful things. In any case, I could not find someone to help me. 

 

I even saw the outside world as a black night that did not want to end and I did not know what to do until the darkness pulled me to it, and then in my mind I thought that I would stay there forever. I am not a crazy person, but the shock affected me greatly. Despite the smallness of the world, I wished to find the person who extended a helping hand sincerely and helps me from his heart. Now it is the time to say goodbye, thank myself for being so good to me, and I'm sorry to my hands for hurting them so much.

 

My little brother and I decided to leave Iraq and go to Belarus, and then we decided to go to Poland in order to have a better life together, but we were separated due to the circumstances we went through...

 

We entered the forest in the middle of the night, with the help of Belarusian border guards. Then we crossed the border to Poland, and the Polish border guards saw us. They came quickly and caught us. We were a group of 84 people. There were children and families. Heavy cold rain was raining. Border guards said: Will take you to a safe space. Thanks to that, we could forget about the troubles for a moment. They took us to something that happened to be a small hangar.

 

We were surprised, because this room resembled a small prison. They took our phones and money away from us. Told us to wait for the translator to explain how's the situation in Poland and how the law works now. Don't worry, they said. While we were waiting for the translator, negative thoughts started to circulate among the families.

 

So, when the translator came, they told us that we crossed the Polish border illegally and that they will put us in a closed camp for three months.

 

We were so shocked. After this long period of time full of struggle, we were just people looking for a peaceful life - but we had no other option than to obey.

 

It was about half a day driving in a bus - that was a weird, nasty place. Our minds just couldn't accept we had to stay in the camp for 90 days.

 

We were counting our days till they were over, but they shocked us even more by taking us to a place that was much worse - a prison near the German border. 

 

It was the worst place I have ever been to in my whole life. 28 people lived in a small room with us. They were criminals and drug dealers, and we were just people looking for freedom, who want to live in peace. 

 

These were very difficult days and it turned out that we had to stay for another 90 days. They destroyed us with this decision. We did not know how to act with my little brother and they were trying to correct his age to get him out of this horrific place. After several attempts and a medical examination, the doctor has proven that he is 16 years old.

 

They moved us to the family camp, which was better than our previous place. And after all these problems, we had decide... Should my little brother leave the closed camp alone or apply for international protection in Poland?

 

He made a decision that he will not ask for international protection in Poland because he suffered a lot here. 

 

He didn’t trust the system, the border guards and the way Poland was treating people.

Leave Me and Carry on

I am an immigrant from Yemen. Because of the war and the difficult conditions I went through in my country, I made the decision to emigrate to a safe country. My country... my country is not safe, and now I am taking my first step in a new life.

 

I flew to Egypt and then applied for a visa to Russia.  It takes two months to wait and the cost is 3,000 euro.  

 

I came to Belarus by taxi. I waited there for 10 days, after that I went to the forest. We broke through the Belarusian fence and were detained by the Belarusian border guards, beaten, stripped of SIM cards, to finally be expelled and sent back to Belarus.

 

We stayed in the forest for another 7 days and tried again. We bought SIM cards for our phones and some food. We managed to burst into the forest and the Belarusian fence. After that we broke through the Polish fence and walked for about 20 hours.

 

We ran out of food and water, and we drank water from the swamps. There was an old man with us who could not complete the road with us. He just said: Leave me and carry on. We called the smuggler, who told us: Send me the address of the person who did not complete it, so that I can send someone to help him.  

 

We continued on the road and reached the point where the escape car was waiting for us, and the joy was indescribable. After that we arrived in Warsaw and the police arrested us. Three of us had passports and I didn't have one. They locked us up for three days in a room in Warsaw.  

 

On the fourth day, they took me outside. I met an interpreter and asked him where my friends were. He told me they had passports and they could go. He said: We sentenced you to 3 months in a closed camp and you are not allowed to use your phone. He shocked me with these words, then they took me to the closed camp. It was close to the border with Ukraine. 

 

I spent 2.5 months, then they released me. 

 

After that I went to Warsaw and met a person I did not know who helped me. I stayed in his house for 2 days, then I moved to Germany, where I arrived in Berlin and met my friends. 

6 Months of Imprisonment

I lived in Egypt for 3 years, and after that I decided to travel to Ukraine for the purpose of completing my studies. 

 

I lived in Ukraine for a year. We did hear the Russian raids in the Ukrainian capital city. We lived anxiously for a month. Communication was interrupted by Russian raids, 

 

We went to Poland, barely made it to the Polish crossing point. The border police wouldn't let us in. I don't know why. They said: Go back. After several attempts, they transferred us to a closed camp in Warsaw. 

 

We told them a lot of information. We are students, not refugees. We gave them all the original documents, passports and residency cards, but they did not recognize them. They imprisoned us for 60 days. They took my friend, freed him and renewed my sentence for  another 4 months.

 

It was hard for me. I was just a student and I had to leave Ukraine because of the ongoing war.

 

But this information was useless. 

 

They kept on lying to me regarding all decisions, and told me: We will support you. But they gave us fake words. The border guards were racist towards me because of my black skin colour. 

 

It was hard for me. I was just a student and I had to leave Ukraine because of the ongoing war.

 

But eventually I endured everything and got out of prison after 6 months of imprisonment. 

I moved to Germany directly because of the fear of staying in Poland after all of those events. Many people were brought back to Poland, because of Dublin's regulation and Polish footprint - some of them to the closed camp.  

 

I was scared. I went to France, to a place called Calais - in order to get to Great Britain.  

 

I had difficulties in Calais and many attempts due to high waves, so now I don't remember something that is called Poland.

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