My name is Sara. 

Five years ago, I became a mother to my beautiful baby boy, Adem. 

He’s so full of energy and creativity. He has such an active imagination and is always so eager to explore. Seeing the world through his eyes is wonderful. Everything is an opportunity to play. 

Motherhood is my greatest blessing. It has given me so much fulfilment and purpose. I have learnt so much… unconditional love, strength, patience! 

Being a mum means always putting my son first. It means making difficult decisions to keep him safe.  

We had to flee our country to save our lives. We had to leave everything behind. Even though it felt unbearably painful, I knew it was the right decision, for our family, for Adem.  

But it isn’t easy. Sometimes I feel guilty.  

We’ve been living in a small, cramped hotel room for months. It’s so crowded here and there’s nowhere for Adem to play. He wants to run around and explore, but there’s nowhere for him to go. We have to stay in our room. It doesn’t even have a window.  

And getting him into a school was so difficult. We kept being told no – because we are waiting for our asylum decision. But Adem loves to learn, to play, to make friends. I found this so painful. 

Finally, we found a school who said yes. He’s in reception now and has settled in so well – I am so proud of him.  

Often, he comes home from school and asks if he can invite his friends over to play. How I wish I could say yes. But we can’t have children over here. 

All I hope is that one day we will live in safety and security, free from violence. We will rebuild our lives, together as a family. Adem can invite his friends over to play. Things will be different. 

To my son, I hope that you achieve all of your hopes and dreams. That you believe that you can overcome any challenges that come your way. That you act with kindness and compassion, always. That you will make a difference to the world!  

I believe that you will. 

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Read other stories on motherhood from refugee women; read Loraine’s story here or a poem by a member of our network here.