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Syrian refugee: Parting is hard, but the hardest is to remain separated

Posted on September 29, 2019 by Migrant Tales

Migrant Tales insight: This short letter to the Finnish public is an example of Finland’s inhumane immigration policy. As a refugee, you will get a residence permit, but the price will be a high one: You will have to live alone, separated indefinitely from your loved one.

The Syrian refugee story is one of the many cruel faces of the Finnish Immigration Service.

“I got married on 2015 before an almost 7 months of leaving my country to Finland.

After that I got resident permit and applied for family reunification so I coul live together with my beloved wife. After almost a year and a half wait, my wife got an appointment at the Finnish embassy in Beirut (because my wife can’t visit Turkey as a Syrian ); after that, we had to wait almost another year for a decision from Migration (The Finnish Immigration Service) which was negative. I was devasated and lost as my wife was too but a social worker told me to contact a lawyer which she gave me his name and number. The social worker said he is a very good lawyer.

I went to him and he said, after reading the decision, that migration has some doubts about your marriage. He said that he will write them my answers to dispell these doubts and everything will be fine.

But also after waiting some months a second negative decision came. I was totally broken and told the social worker and lawyer about this. I said that I will go back to my country because I can’t waste my life and lose my wife specially after I lived with her and loved her dearly long before we were married. The social worker and lawyer calmed me down and ensured me that it was another mistake by migration and the lawyer will write another appeal to the high court, which will rule in my favor. After waiting for 10 months, the high cout overturned my appeal.

Before this, my lawyer advised me that if I wanted I could meet my wife in another country and bring some pictures with plane tickets for both of us, hotel booking and send it to the court. I was able to see my wife for the first time since 2015, when I came to Finland.

I can’t describe how bad is my psychological situation and my wife telling me that I have to go back to Syria because we don’t have any hope. My problem is that it is impossible for me to go back to Syria because of the bad situation there. Our problem, our separation, got worse because living without my soulmate was hard.

I can’t focus on my studies or anything else. I feel dead inside.

I’m doing everything possible to bring her to my side in Finland. Maybe I have to go back to Syria, even if I will die there.”

From Anonymous to Dana

Posted on September 13, 2013 by Migrant Tales

Migrant Tales Blog – Message of Condolences to Dana

as she mourns for her bereaved parents

We say….. Dana! you are not alone….but MTs and our own

 

Even if  the body tremmors with shock from the thrust and pressure trigged by the double

tragedy for your beloved parents they are not yours alone but also…………Migrant Tales

and our own

 

Even if your heart is crying with pain and the wall that protects it, has cracked with tears

 drain, but we are here not there, we are hear so near, to your ear, for you are us and ours

 and, our own

 

Even if your mind is clogged and exhausting the brain we can share the burden and strain

 for we are with you all the way and you are not alone or on your own but with us as one 

of our own

 

Even if your soul is encapsulated with grief and creates a strain but we hold our hands 

together and between the two letters M and T is a hug from Migrant Tales from your 

beloved Baba and Mama as they represent us, for you are us, and one of us,……. ours 

and, one of our own

 

Even when colourless tears turned bloody tears your chests wets, but our also ours

drains, for you are a part of MTs nuclear family and community member of our own

 

Dana !you lost your beloved parents it is shocking and devastating may at  times bring

you to the rhetoric question of, why……………..why me? Oh my Lord !  its Gods will!

Its Almighty Gods wish……………..no mistake…………………………..no question about it!

Remember God loves you,  for you are his own, but also you are our own.

 

Dana you are not an orphan nor alone but MTs child with a voice and as a free-spirited

bird who can fly and when emotionally overwhelmed can land on MTs shoulders and lean

 on...for we are here for you….if you need us… or need a listening-ear….we shield you 

with our words not with an arrow and spear against whoever wants us to tear but as a

community we become your sweet pear among a society….dear, as you are one of our own

 

Even if two five to five plus two seven seven dates……. doesn’t make the sum even, but 

menories of dark and bitter/sad days bodys stiffens as it spurs traumatic events, we are

with you 24/7 and can not leave you alone, like a cone we are with you, and your`re 

among us and not alone, even if you are now on your own, you are like a limp of our 

body-own 

 

Its Almighty Gods will – nothing and no-one can convince him to re-schedule nor adjorn

we are here to support you, hope our presence will serve as a pain-relief and further……. 

devastation adjorn and let you know that you are not alone but with us now and always

as our own 

 

For their time has come, for them to say goodbye, to the earth and world, for their lord has

their soul beckon to meet them not to your life..torn, but be rest assured even if they were

in a hurry and forgot……………..to say goodbye to Dana, they are safe, for they are his own 

and you are not on your own, but with him thy-Lord and safe in MTs hands as our own

For Gods`action may sometimes imply or hiddenly encripted in a silent…secret message 

we may not decipher, God knows better………………but may be………… ,  he is trying to 

convey a message to you, that says Dana! be strong for your brothers`sake and take 

care of yourself and for each other and think someday of initiating a life of your own

 

Escorted by angels to heaven and Dana`s bloody tears is dear turns clear, and even far 

is near, for it showers the way and leaves a fragrance and scent of musk and UuD on their

souls and gowns adorn, for your their beautiful baby and no one other than their own but

also a daughter of our own

 

Don`t despair for you will leave in their hearts forever and ever Ameen! but leave us never!

for you are not alone but in our minds as MT member, as a friend and as a blogger and as 

one of our own

 

Bide them a warm farewell kiss for their sweet souls to rest in eternal peace mingled with

prayers from Danas lips, its a crown, their shrine will shine, for your are not alone theirs, 

but also as a daughter, our sister and as one of our own

 

For you are their special gift in heaven and on earth, don`t despair 24/7, for you will meet

them one day, but for now, you have to be very strong for yourself and for your brothers sake

here and, continue to make MT proud…………… for you are one of us, and, ours and our own

 

Dana! say Mama and Baba goodbye! and rest in peace for you`re my world! My body! My 

heart and my soul! My sunshine and My beloved ones! and both  you are in my heart and

soul for now and always! you will stay nor torn or thrown, for you will never be deceased

but remain alive- and never cease, as a crown for your are my own parents and only my own

 

Dana! say nothing will tear us apart! even if already gone for your memories will always be 

cherished and remain in my soul adorn, and not thrown, for they are no ones else but only 

specially mine and only mine alone, like my gown, I own, and they are my own

 

With a tender touch like a birds feather heeze is Migrant Tales breeze that soothes and calm

your heart and nerves with shared empathy and mutual understanding and care with a breeze

of its own kind encased in letters MT, Migrant Tales whispers softly in your ears, Mmmmmmm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………………………Ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

sounds like Emp..tttttttttttttttttttty.!..EMPTY.!…Dana !…the dark closet holding the unbearable pain…

to avoid being traumatized, for you are not alone but, MTs and our own

Engraved with letters M and T, is a special message from Migrant Tales to you our Dana! 

Which says ” We are with you! As you! We stand by you ! And we are always for you and 

We will always be with you……………………….. dear Dana! to help create a new  fibre and a

new layer to numb the pain that swelled and roots grown, for your one among many in our

community and not one of a kind but one of our own

 

For MT has helped your ordeal known, with a bright light it shines in one of the darkest 

night and, continues to lighten the earth and shines the sky yet clears your chest off, the 

burden, that suffocates and hearts hardens as like a string your sorrow are now also in their

soul sown, for you are not alone nor like anyone else but as Dana! you are one of their own

 

Dana! you are not alone as you embark in this difficult journey to recovery and healing 

for you are not  alone… look! who is sitting next to you..Enrique; beside you…is JD, Mark 

among others, for we are all here, with you not away from you, but so……. near.. to you..

for you are.. dear, and not alone in a deserted zone like a drone, we are with you here and

its known, as you are one of our own

 

MT will wrap you in its colourful Migrant Tales shawl, showered with inordinate sympathy

and  sincere message of condolences so far yet so near, and, will still continues to be shown,

to help you regain back your strength and be as fit as a fiddle –  for your are one of Finlands`

family members, who is mourning for her beloved parents and one of our MTs communitys`

members and our own

 

 

Like a water spray we cool the burning tears and sorrow that engulfes your body, mind and

soul for we can see and hear and not at all far but so near, within a press of a button or a 

click of a mouse, as together we all mourn, for you are not alone, but always remember

you are one of our own

 

Even if there is nothing to hang out for a moment but incredible stress but you can bear

for your stronger inside as outside even if torn – we standby you, to pick you up when you

fall or trip, for you not theirs alone, but also, our own

 

As we embark with you in this journey not to unknown, but to help you recover and from 

grief known, for you are not alone, but our special Dana! who is always with us, and none

other, than one of our own

 

Migrant Tales flag has been flying half-mask from May to July and will continue as we 

mourn for the demise of Dana`s beloved ones- her parents-dear Baba and Mama who are

not none other, than also our own. 

 

Its a moment of silence, as we tie a ribbon of Migrant Tales, with initials MT, together

with our bare two hands and say good bye to Danas Baba and Mama! for they are not

your parents alone, but also our own

 

Migrant Tales as a special community among a society in Finland is engaged in a shared unified sense of purpose of  giving a voice  to the voiceless and reaching-out  to touch lives and make a difference, like now Dana as we mourn all together………for you’re also one among many, and as a part and a parcel of MTs blog, we are touched by your pain and sorrow and as you are grieving, you can`t be left alone but kept under the shelter of the MT`s tree which offer a shed of a kind of its own, for you are  Dana!  one of our own.

To Dana…………………………………………………………….From Migrant Tales!

 is our message of sincere condolences, as we say in unisom Dana! 

You are not alone but ours….. and one of own and together we mourn

For your grief is our grief…………………. and your sorrow is our sorrow

for your parents are also our parents and as a community we mourn

for you are our own

Anonymous

Courtesy of Migrant Tales

 

Finnish Immigration Service terrorizes immigrants (Part I)

Posted on August 26, 2013 by Migrant Tales

By Dana

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The Finnish Immigration Service (FIS) strikes terror in immigrants like me. I’ve lived for three years in uncertainty not knowing if I’d ever be reunited with my family. My mother died in May and my father in July. I hadn’t seen my beloved parents for seven years. I never thought that the last time we saw each other in 2006 in Iran, that we’d never see each other again. 

The FIS was never helpful. It made sure that I’d live with uncertainty about ever being reunited with my family. The uncertainty persisted day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.

The FIS not only terrorized with uncertainty but my family in Iran too. I tried so hard to improve my life in Finland. Having my parents at my side would have helped matters a lot. But nothing ever happened. My application was shelved in some lost FIS corner, where it gathered dust.

The aim of the FIS is clear: to put as many obstacles in front of me so my parents would never come and live with me in Finland.  Its aim was simple: to ensure that I’d live alone and in loneliness for the rest of my days in Finland. How cruel and senseless…

Who are the FIS? They’re always showing  off themselves as being so important…there are many family reunification cases like mine waiting in the FIS. Many, many are waiting for their turn, waiting, waiting. The FIS responds: “Oh, we have no time now…You are nothing, nothing, but wounded people, your deep filthy wounds…”

Who are those officials, judges in the appeals and supreme court? What kind of judges are they anyway? Judges of what? For whom? What values are they judging and defending? Not mine!
Yes – power is dark.

Dark power isn’t immortal and will lose in the end because it is its worst enemy… The Finnish Immigration Service not only work against me but against Finland, and itself…A dark wind is howling for them,  it is a sad song indeed.

I got a negative decision three times to bring my mother and father to Finland. I’m have a feeling, and am certain, that they never took my case seriously. They never cared about me never mind my parents.

Even you, reader, hiding from my eyes. But GOD will answer you and tell you that you cannot hide from GOD because GOD is the Master of the Universe, which you are not. You are a virus, a dangerous virus that will soon infect the whole of Finland and then it’ll be too late because nothing will be able to save this country. Finland now has a fever, a high fever, hotter than your sauna, hotter than the suffering you inflicted on me and my family.

I do not care about those persons who may judge me, in silence or with words, on this blog.

Are you a Finn?

A foreigner?

Do you have your family with you by your side in Finland?

Has what happened to me happened to you? How has the FIS treated you? Speak, speak, speak out here on this blog…

Like I have, now.

Darling Baba (Dad): You no longer need a visa to Finland

Posted on July 25, 2013 by Migrant Tales

MT comment: I was sorry to hear from Dana that her father passed away. Two months ago her mother left her. She had been waiting for three years to bring her parents to her side under Finland’s strict  family reunification law, which was tightened in 2011. Finland shows its human face by accepting refugees but then it reveals a darker side, where minors and relatives are forced to live separated indefinitely from their loved ones. 

In Dana’s case, it’s over for her to reunite with her parents in Finland.

We wish our heartfelt condolences to her and her family. 

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By Dana

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I’m full of tears

But

I can believe it, i can, even if i am able to… i am strong that’s why i can

Everything can happen in a nightmare…Finland is a nightmare.

It is a nightmare …but it can’t be real …so i do not need to be sad… soon, yes, soon, someone will call me and i will wake up from this nightmare with my family.

My father, my Baba, is now gone, too.. he could not wait even two months after my mother passed away to join her,

Oh Baba u were so sad u couldn’t wait even 2 months… do u know that u made the Finnish law so happy??? Oh yes, u made them all happy… they all hate me, Baba, ur case is still in court… Can u believe it, Baba?????

Sigh.

My Baba Love:

Today is 25.7.2013 and it is the 21st century… but Finland doesn’t know in which century its nightmare is.

Who knows that?

Last night he left this life in the hands of my young brother…oh sooooo sad…my Mama left  28.5.2013, and now my Dad, on 24.7.2013

Am  i in shock??? I still don’t know… now i am standing up for my rights that’s the only thing that i’m aware of.

He met my Mama  last night, what a pleasure, oh sure… i’d love to see them.

I’m going through difficult times, a hard situation.

My family reunification case is gathering dust in a Finnish immigration court… so is this how mean the law is?

Who can exactly explain what is the aim of Finnish law,  not to me but to her/him?

My body is in Helsinki  and my spirit is in Iran… my brother is alone there…

Oh darling cute brother how much i miss u… be strong, be strong.

I should be there with u now… but i cant even move at this moment from my chair.

I am certain of my nightmare,  how is it possible that i have so many problems, suffering such hard times??? Who am i? How can I carry this heavy load? What am I made of??? Am i flesh and bones??? I can’t believe it… i need to wake up from this nightmare and suffering.

I so much need to see my Dad again…. i need him..

Why isn’t there anyone in Finland who takes responsibility for what happened to my parents and my tragedy?

Why doesn’t anyone answer me???

I told you all this because my life is a nightmare.

Finland is a nightmare.

Finland…Nightland

Hey, can somebody tell me in what century i’m living in in Finland?

Migrant Tales Literary: Black shirt

Posted on June 1, 2013 by Migrant Tales
By Dana

I need a few balck shirts now

I only have one and my mom’s gone

I need a few more i need to change

Who r u mom – where are you?

I need to comb my hair but i can’t

Come on mom do it for me, i need you

After seven years you opened ur wings

So sorry i  only have broken songs to offer

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My tears come and go, i can’t hide them

What have you done? Dont leave, don’t go, please: NO!

I want talk to you, i really need to

Who taught you to leave? I disagree, but to whom?

I love your heart, i love your words

I need to hug you, I miss your calls.

Especially now,  i’m a mourner but still don’t get it – why?

I can’t accept it, you are the best part of me

Oh i need your help, where are you, mom?

Who can buy me a balck shirt now, tell me who?

U rise higher, higher and highest

But i’m here below with a hunter

Now my colour turns to a repulsive yellow

But you’re colourless, oh mom: HELLO!

I’m not dizzy but in deep shock

No/one is here, no/one can make this work

I need your smile… don’t go too far

Come touch my fingers you’re my star

My self feels alone, my blood runs away

you are my essence,i need to join you

I need u need u, i need to join you.

 

Dana: Am alone in a faraway land without my mom

Posted on May 29, 2013 by Dana

Yes, it’s a few days since I got my citizenship, and you cruel ones got together. You hated me and my mother too.  She is gone now.
Dana

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Am alone at home

Alone in Finland

I cannot cry

I am standing in front of you, my enemies, and telling that you are very cruel.

She was waiting for me for three years

And still my family case gathered dust in your offices?

Where? I don’t know.

Who was the judge and lawyer that made decision that I do not deserve
to see my mother …I don’t know

Does he or she know me?

Does he or she believe I am ugly and not human?

Who are you?

Why did you not accept me ever and did not accept my family?

Now I want my mother
She was my mother, can you understand me?

Now come and attack me and tell me to get out of Finland,

Now come and attack me with your ugly hearts,

Now come and show me you’re very happy,

yes I made you all very happy with this news, but GOD is not happy and
GOD was a witness between us,

he saw how you treated me, he saw all, I don’t want more.

It has no hurt for you, it’s my mother not yours,

you cannot feel anything for me,

but joy, because I am a woman who cannot stay in silence,

because I am a woman who does not belong to darkness

so what if you hate me and show it to me,

show it again tomorrow and the day after tomorrow …

Now tell me what’s your idea? Oh nothing.

Finland why so? Why could you not accept my mother?

Why could you never asked me for an interview, oh what can you know about me…

All those moments you put dust on my case, you put dust and sand
between me and my mother…

Now she is not here, she does not need to miss me, she does not need
to feel pain for Dana.

Danaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you have no mother, that’s finished.

Tell me what’s the difference between me and you, tell me what’s the
difference between my mother and yours?

I could not see my mother again, now what does this citizenship mean to me?

I paid for you, I paid for my family, but instead you scammers scammed me.

Thanks, I have no more words, thanks to you.

Let me talk about her, not about you.

She is my beautiful mother, she is in me, she is alive for me , she is
free, she doesn’t need to come and see how you have broken me, she
doesn’t need to come here and see me with a broken heart.

She was just 63 and no-one will live forever. You will die too one
day, no-one knows which day…. so why did you try so hard to separate
me and my mom?

Scammers, tell me what you have done with my money?

Tell me how you talked about my case with each other?

Why do you hide. To who shall I say this? Where are you, cruel one?

Where are you my enemies, I was not your enemy, so how come you put
yourself against me, what had I done to you?

You do not know me at all.

You don’t care.

Now you’re on your trip, on your joy , or on your warm bed, or at work
and proud of yours, or maybe you hug your wife or husband but I could
not taste my mother again…

Now tell me about my imagination and poems…

This is fact

I lost my mother… tonight

And so go and make a party for yours

I know you are very happy now….

But you are yet fearful hunters

Why do you hide yourself from me

If you are right and there is nothing to hide why has it been three years?

I am very kind with your mothers and fathers but what about you?

You don’t know about pain.

How can I live without my mother… oh so far far far… I could not
touch her again.

I even cannot believe it,

hey hunters I was speaking with my mother’s body, just hour ago, it
was fresh… my brother helped me, I told to my mom that I want 1000
and more stories, I will come .

Now no/one can understanding me , not even myself.

I cannot  help me now… because I cannot  hug me

I cannot  help me now…. because I cannot  get me

I can help me now…, because there is no me

I cannot  help me… because I lost me

I cannot  help me now….. me also needs me

But I cannot  help me now….. I wish I could touch her body but I
cannot. Why can’t I?

I see foreigners, with family here and there, and just suffering.

I don’t know why my destiny has become so hard and painful.

Whatever I am doing and trying I get nothing in result.

I am a ghost in Finland.

No-one can see me here

I am a picture in Finland, no-one can hear me here

I am  a poet, a writer in a nightmare… I just write write write and
think think think

I cannot  stop my mind

I cannot  stop trying …always have hope… my mother was in my wishes,

Without a wish there is no hope, for a tree is not a tree without a root.

This is a trip for all of us… but we were waiting a long time to meet

If my mother was here or close to me now I could sleep close to her
body until morning,

I’m not afraid of the dead so am not afraid of my mother either.

I could hug her until morning, oh would be very good… I love it.

But now I cannot even hug me

I never knew a hug is so important, oh never knew

Do you know about hugs?

Now I need one.. but am alone…there is no-one to hug me

So I won’t cry, I won’t let you see my tears.

I cannot  believe it, even if I wouldn’t deserve a hug.

I need my brother, he needs me… but we cannot hug each other

Now I wish to have her dress… I want to wear it and make it free with
my hair on it…

Then she will stay in me in my heart…”it fits you, you like
it…okay, take it!”

Skype was not working for two months in Iran..so I could not see her
for two months

Foreigners who have their family right here with them are the luckiest
in this world …

But I am waiting fondly for my mother’s dress now, and it would make
me so happy even if I start this happiness with tears.

Am sleeping

My mother will call me soon

and I will open my eyes in front of the sweetest face in the world, of
my mother.

Steverp`s blog: Where I need to be (hopefully with some help from some Finns!)

Posted on March 1, 2013 by Migrant Tales
Comment: I got a tweet from our friend in England who has published before on Migrant Tales. “He writes: @MigrantTales Any chance you can share this link to my blog so I can try to be closer to my son in #Finland? Thanks!”
Certainly Stephen. It will be an honor. 
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By steverp

So this weekend I had my son over to visit from Finland (well, Friday to Tuesday, in fact).

I met him & my ex at Heathrow at lunchtime on Friday & straight away he recognised me. I saw the smile on his face & my heart melted straight away – as it always does when I see him. Whilst his mum went outside for a cigarette we had a little chat & caught up. I use the term ‘chat’ loosely as it consisted of me talking to him & him saying random real & made-up words back to me, including “Diddle” which is his word for Daddy. He also used the time to show me his nose-picking skills that his Grandpa has taught him for some reason. His mum is constantly at odds with him trying to get him to stop, as was I over the weekend, but he just finds it hilarious & thinks it’s a big game.

The coach trip back down south was made quite easy by the fact I’d bought my iPad & Beats headphones & loaded Cars on to it (his current obsession). He sat quietly with me for a while & then went & sat next to his mum to flit between the film & random levels of Angry Birds – or ‘ankka’ to him which is Finnish for ‘duck’ & what he calls every bird he sees & shouts repeatedly when he wants to play on the iPad.

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Despite seeing him 2-3 time a week on Skype, I was still so surprised at how much he’d grown & how his personality was now really starting to shine.

During the visit we stayed at my mum’s & our days were spent visiting friends & family, as well as visits to Poole Park, Gus Gorilla’s, Bournemouth Oceanarium & the local swings on the Monday when the last few days had finally caught up with him & he was too shattered to really do anything (as was I).

Unlike other visits here or on my visits to Finland, the ex & I arranged to go out for some dinner one night. I’m not sure we’ve actually sat down together properly & shared a proper meal/drink/conversation in nearly 3 years. Since the end of last year we’ve been getting on a lot better – having the odd chat & sharing a few jokes, stories etc when we’re on Skype & via GMail. So going out for dinner seemed like a good idea – it gave me a few hours break & meant she didn’t have to spend the evening eating alone at the hotel or somewhere in town. All in all, it was a great night. It was like the old days in Australia (where we’d originally met & lived together). We cleared the air, had some interesting & funny conversations & shared plenty of jokes. This was the woman I’d fallen in love with on that warm night at Durty Nelly’s in Perth all those years ago. & despite our problems over the years, I knew this side of her was still in there somewhere. It was great to catch up properly over a couple of Guinness’ after dinner. It felt like catching up with an old friend. I sincerely hope we can keep things like this between us as it’s a great place for us both to be in, & the benefits for Pessi are surely immeasurable.

Over those 5 days my bond with Pessi, & the understanding between us, increased more than I could have ever hoped. He constantly asked after me when I wasn’t in the room “DIDDLE! DIDDLE!”, & seemed to take in what I was saying to him & would respond accordingly. Kisses went from being scarce, to being an almost hourly thing in the end – including numerous world record challenges where he would come in for a kiss & stay there until I nearly passed out, which would include his cheeky tactic of grabbing my cheeks or ears so I couldn’t get away!

As it’s apparent from my previous blog posts (if you’ve been good enough to read them), my heart is most certainly in Finland. I’ve spent the last +2 years travelling too & from, as well as applying for tens if not hundreds of jobs every single week. All to no avail so far. My dream of moving there has never wained, but this weekend has just gone on to reinforce it even further – to the point where I’ve been sat here contemplating how I could possibly move there without a job & get by (something I always previously said I wouldn’t do).

I’m now starting to believe that I could sit here for the next 5 years & apply for every job going in Finland & I wouldn’t be successful – all the while missing out on precious time with Pessi – seeing him grow, develop & learn new things on a daily basis. So now begins the serious deliberations & planning to see if I could possibly get over there in the coming months without a job & with little money (as all my spare money at the moment goes on flights, hotels, visits etc). So if there is any good person out there (obviously in Helsinki or Espoo) that has a spare room, sofa, bathtub, rug on the floor, going, please get in touch. I’m not going to be in the position to fork out a deposit for somewhere formally myself, so I think I’m going to have to try & crash somewhere until I can find a job & have an income etc.

If there’s any one out there that can help (even if it’s just some words of wisdom or a potential lead), please do feel free to get in touch. You’d make at least these two people very, very happy!

Read original blog entry here.

This piece was reprinted by Migrant Tales with permission.

Migrant Tales Literary: Elixir – ?????

Posted on October 14, 2012 by Dana

Elixir – ?????

By Dana

?? ??? ????? ?? ?? ??? ????                    ??????? ???? ???? ? ????

In this unlimited evil and cruel world

Oh GOD  u r the right one and sage

?? ?????? ?? ? ??? ?? ????                  ???? ?? ?? ? ?? ???? ????

In your doorway night and day oh GOD

I whimper all minutes and moments , oh spirit

?? ?? ???? ????? ???????                      ??? ?? ???? ??? ?? ?????

That u, sacrosanct lover, my guide

 U r my root spirit, my moon face.

?? ????? ???? ? ???? ?????                         ??????? ?????? ???????

Fill me with spirit: lily, nightingale and song

U can turn me into a rosary, living and immortal

? ????? ? ??? ???? ??? ???                  ????? ?? ????? ?????? ???

Keeping me a safe distance from deception and duplicity

Visit my existence , banquet and GOD

????? ?? ???? ??? ?? ???                     ??? ?? ??? ????? ?? ?? ? ???

Turn me me into an aromatic light flower

Heal my life from bad and evil

??????? ??????? ?? ????                     ??? ???? ?? ?? ?? ??? ? ????

Oh GOD apparel me with ur spirit

Dress me always with ur colors and visage

???? ????? ????? ???????                            ???????? ???? ? ???? ????

Father, my pleasant Baba, my elixir

My portion, shelter and staddle

??? ?? ??? ?? ?? ???????                         ?????? ???? ?? ?? ?????

Oh GOD u r an unlimitted treasure of jubilatation

A bright  beautiful star and explicit

??? ???? ??? ??????? ? ??                     ??????? ?????? ???? ? ???

 Granting me patience, focus  and path

Showering  me with health, wisdom and happiness.

 

 

 

Migrant Tales Literary: ?? Fever

Posted on August 2, 2012 by Dana

By Dana
???? ????????? ?????? ??? ?????? ???    ???? ?? ?? ?? ???????? ? ?? ???? ???
Don’t feel sorry for me, don’t degrade me, don’t make me feel any sicker from my sorrow
Don’t whip me, don’t injure me, don’t send me to the gallows.
??? ???? ???? ??????? ? ????? ?????      ?? ??? ?? ???? ? ?? ???????? ?????
I will be the incarcerated, the shamed silent murky demon
Cooling water on visage and Rosary night.
???? ?? ??? ????? ??? ??? ????? ?????        ??????? ?? ???? ???? ???? ????? ?????
I will lenity on a hard situation and take care of this weeping infant
Rip the chains that will destroy the crypt.

???? ?????? ??????????? ? ????? ?????    ???? ?? ????? ????? ???? ?? ????? ?????
Will free my tress, dance and spread them
Kohl in my eyes, laughter of demons.

???? ?? ?? ????? ??? ????? ????? ?????     ??????? ????????? ?? ??? ????? ?????
I will buss on the head of fingers of this shaky hand
Miniature earrings decorating a spirit’s ears.
???? ?? ????? ??????????? ? ????? ?????       ????? ??? ??? ?? ????? ? ????? ?????
I will spread meaning, wonder and straggler
will change a bitter story to something sweet  and bright.
?? ?? ? ??? ?? ???? ????? ???? ?????           ?? ??? ? ????? ?????????? ? ????? ?????
Will separate a flower from a bad thorn and present it to the Master of the Universe
I promise and will make a pact, song where I will lay.
?? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ???? ??? ?????       ????? ?? ??? ???? ????? ????? ?????
Will whine from the corner of  my heart to the presence of a spirit
Slow  in the sphere of the ear, whispering Sophie.
?? ?? ??? ???? ??????????? ???? ????    ?? ?? ??????? ?????? ???? ????? ?????
Oh GOD u r my owner, u r the lover’s wake
Oh GOD help me, I will find the 40 remedies for my life.

Migrant Tales Literary:?? ?? ?? ?? We was without i

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Dana

By Dana

???? ???? ??? ?????? ??       ???? ?????? ??? ?????? ??
The river of my tears oh GOD was seared
All my nights oh GOD were rotten

?? ????? ??? ??? ?????          ?? ???? ????? ?????? ??

That brave holy friend of my memories
Unkempt in my lover’s look
??? ? ?? ?? ?? ???? ??????       ?? ??? ?? ????? ?? ??? ???

Give me wings and feathers oh kind GOD
Grant me that, for me, dear moon family

?? ???? ?? ? ?? ?? ???? ???      ???? ?? ?? ?? ? ?? ???? ???

i without me and we without home
My house is complete with i and we

???? ??? ? ????? ? ?????? ?? ??? ?? ?? ????  ?? ?? ???? ????
?? ?? ???? ??? ??? ?? ??? ?? ??? ?? ???? ? ?? ?? ?? ???
?? ?? ???? ???? ???? ? ?? ???? ??? ??? ?? ?????? ? ?? ?? ??
?? ????  ?? ?? ?? ????? ? ??? ?? ???? ?? ??? ?? ???? ???? ??? ?  ???????
?? ???? ???? ? ? ???? ?? ?????? ???? ??? ?? ?? ??? ??? ??????
?? ??? ????? ???? ??? ?? ??? ?? ?? ??????????
???? ?? ???? ?? ?????  ??? ??? ?? ???? ? ???? ?? ?? ??? ?? ?? ???? ???? ?? ????? ????
??? ??? ?? ????? ?????? ?? ?? ?????? ????? ????? ?? ? ?? ?? ?? ???
????? ?????? ?? ????? ??? ???? ?????? ????? ???? ??? ? ???? ????? ????? ? ?? ??? ? ???? ??? ???? ??? ?? ?? ?????

 ? ?? ?? ?? ??? ???? ???? ?? ?? ????   ?? ??? ??? ??? ????? .?????? ???

There was a father, mother and filial whose name was i.
i was not alone, i was with we but one day i left me and we was without i.
So we slowly failed, breaking sound and I heard we fragment to pieces as i wilted.
i left me and we and went to a place where death was alive, luck had struck death and it’s name was Finland – you’re not welcome.
i said i love u, but it said that it does not know i, cos  i am not similar to it.
But GOD said to a mirror and the mirror said to i that it is similar to u so u must love it.
I grapple to shout, a shout escapes me, larynx weeps and i am suffocating in grief.
My voice decomposes, my voice is silenced, my eyes cry out loud with blood and my mother’s look was after me and my father’s moaning, his mourning of our separation.
I said to i: now what should i do without we???
More tolerance

waiting for me.

 

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