I and my family were living in Iran. I graduated from high school with honors but was not admitted to a university. So, I spoke with my parents and convinced them to come to Türkiye.
We settled in Kayseri. But, you see, we didn’t speak the language, couldn’t find jobs, and all in all we simply didn’t know what to do. So, by and by we began to learn Turkish. I attended painting courses. When people in the Afghan Refugee Solidarity Association (ARSA) saw my work, they asked if I wanted to work as an instructor. Suddenly, I was surrounded by Afghans! They raised my hopes and I started to believe that I could make a living in this way. They assisted all of us with whatever we needed. They were always there for us, they talked to us and encouraged us. I could feel my hopes rising again. I could start dreaming again. As I dreamt, new opportunities and ideas emerged.
But, when things were brightening up and I was almost full of hopes, the world was struck by COVID-19. We were all trapped in our houses. And I could not begin my studies at university. Also, I and my siblings failed to attend Turkish classes; as a result, we could not socialize with others.
A few months later, things got better. I started working and saved some money, hoping that maybe one day I could realise my hopes and dreams. With what I earned, I couldn’t help my father feed the family, but I could earn some pocket money.
The ARSA offered me flexible working hours; thanks to this I was able to continue school. I attended courses to get my Turkish language certificate. When I get my Turkish language proficiency certificate, I want to get a degree in graphic design.

So, thanks to this organization, I have had better days and higher hopes. I am grateful for everyone who stood by my side, assisted and supported me, and did not leave me in despair.
Everyone who supported me, I love you all. I hope one day I can repay all the help I received from you.