Haiku: Dimitar Anakiev
Visual haiku: Nataša Berk
Only 13 years old
she gave birth, now pregnant
with anemia

I lost 16 kilos
in two months, now I take
antidepressants

Escaping from war,
escaping from poverty
into an asylum center

Rejected asylum-seeker
broken, like the broken nose
of his wife

It's called 'jungle'
but only I, my brothers
and sisters live there

Instead of dreams
my family comes to my mind
every night

The smile on her face
reappears: talking about
shurba from Herat

A tattoo from Kabul
speaks seven languages
to survive

Pakistan's tribal wars
I lost both of my legs
and my arms

In the waves of the sea
I lost my family to become
welder again

Traveling three months
by land, sea and air we come
into your country

Legs injured
by Taliban, soul wounded
by bureaucracy

I seek medicine
boredom is killing me
and my family

"The same for citizens..."
but they need more support,
more rights to live

Arab vs. Afghan
fight
in an asylum center

Sweat body
in convulsions: without heroin
Afghan youth

Help me, doctor!
In Cameroon they beat
homosexuals

Scar on the leg,
wounds in the heart,
I am from Morocco

Asylum-seekers
with an illness on the heart
but no medicine

I changed religion,
then I changed my homeland,
my Iran

Xenophobic mosquitoes
biting all asylum-seekers: black and white,
men and women

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