Growing up in a refugee camp is the hardest part of my life. even though many organizations helped for basic needs such as housing, food, health and education but life in a refugee camp was still challenging. Not enough food, polluted environment, financial dearth, fragile housing were some of the things to be blamed. Food provided was not enough to satisfy the hunger belly. Eating a small plate of low quality boiled rice was the healthiest food we ate in camp. Provided with a pair of cloth in a year or two, poor sanitation, lack of medicine and treatment, house made of plastic and bamboo sticks were very tough to survive the winter.
Despite of these disturbing factors, I had a lot of fun time. As I grew up, I started attending school. Playing with my friends, spending time with them was quite a relief. We used to play soccer after school, share a dream of becoming doctor, …show more content…
No matter how difficult to live, but still there is a glimse of hope left in life. Somewhere in the journey of hope gives joy to every person who have happiness or sadness. Despite of lot of disturbances and hindrances in my life, I had a little place of hope in my inner heart. It never died, therefore my life is a journey of