Canada gave me a new outlook on life, but my heart aches for friends left behind in Afghanistan

This First Person piece is by Soomaya Javadiwho immigrated from Afghanistan to Saskatoon. Javadi isHazara,anethnic groupthat faces discrimination in Afghanistan. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please seethe FAQ.

I remember the night I arrived in Saskatoon: Oct. 15, 2021. On thatcold night, I was welcomed with warm hugs from Saskatonians I'd never met beforeat the airport.

I couldn't stop my tears when a reporter asked me how I felt about being in Canada.

After months of constant pain, I was feeling alive.I was breathing air in my lungs.I was crying. I was happy that my family my parents and my lovely two siblings were finally safe. But I was sad also that everyone I knew from my previous life wasstill in danger, suffering and pain.

Soon after landing, I moved into a hotel to complete the mandatory two-week isolation period. The view from my hotel window is the first image in my mind of Saskatoon the never-ending land full of air to breathe. I wanted to go out of my room so badly, to remember how to breathwithout fear.

At last, we were allowed leave.We met Andrew, a volunteer withSaskatoon Open Door Society volunteer,who took us for a walk.

Afghanistan was full of mountains. I could never see behind them.

If I wentbehind one mountain, there was always another and another behind that. Maybe it was a metaphor aboutlife and how the future wasa mysteryI could never know.

Now Ilive in a place with an unending horizon that lets me seeand seeand see into a future in the peaceful Prairies.

When I went out of Saskatoon for the first time, I had this feeling that I had been blind all my life and this was the first time my eyes wereseeing. I was amazed by the beauty of thenature.

I had this same feeling of amazement once in Afghanistanduring a visit to Yakawlang. In my home country, the ethnic Hazara population isoften persecuted.But on that trip, I was briefly in an area that is mostly populated by other Hazara people like myself.

I stayed in thatsmall flat land surrounded by mountains for two hours. They werethe most precious moments in my life. It was the first time in my life I had felt at home. The peaceful friendly rural Hazaragi life ran through that land's veins. It was the only time I could ride a bicycle in Afghanistan without any fear about terrorists.

Before the Taliban came back into power in 2021,I was an ordinary girl in my 20s studying at university, going on vacations with my family, having birthdays, having a room of my own.

When I was 10, my Grade 5 teacher asked me to write about my dreams. Mine was to have a personal bookcase full of books, but it was a far-off dream, with us being poor and books too expensive for us to buy.It makes me sad to think of how inaccessiblemy dream of a small library was,even though it was so small.Eventually, in my 20s, I had a library of my own for a while.

The night of Aug. 15, when Kabul fell to the Taliban, my 15-year-old brother and I put our books in bags and buried them in our backyard. We had to burn our Hazaragi books and magazines from 20 and 30 years ago.

I remember trying not to cry as I reluctantlyput my books about feminism away. There was no electricity, but we stayed up packing, burying and burning books with a charging lamp until 4 a.m.

After that,I layin the dark in my bed beside my empty bookcase. I imagined my life with the Taliban. I felt that I was not yet dead, but that they were pouring soil on me. I couldn't breathe. There was pain and pressure in my head.

I had studied five-and-a-half years of a six-year dentistry program at the Kabul University of Medical Science. I made friends with other Hazara girls who were studying togetherdespite all the gender and racial discrimination we faced in Aghanistan.

Today, they cannot study. They cannot work. They cannot go out of their homes without a man accompanying them. They are deprived of living as independent, thinking humans.

I, too, could be living in Yakawlang, where my soul belongs, if there was no war or cruelty in this world.

But now, I am blessed to live among the kindest people in the world. The kindness, affectionand compassion of the people in Saskatoon are as endless as the prairie horizon.

For a while now, I have been working withAfghan children who are also newcomers. I am honoured to give them love and knowledge,and help them forget about the cruelty the Taliban showed them.

I see how brilliant they areand how enthusiastic they are about learning. These little children brighten my soul and give me hope that one day, this whole world could become a better place for humans.

Then, I think of the girls who are still in Afghanistan, deprived of learning just because they are female. Some of them are killed simply because they are Hazara.

I will never forget my friends and those still living under Taliban authority, deprived of freedom. My thoughts and prayers are with them, and I think it is my responsibility to tell their stories and to never let them be forgotten.

But the other half of me is here in this country now. I have plenty of friends from Saskatoon who are so passionate and warm-hearted that it makes me believe in good and fairness again. Saskatoon, with its nature and its people, helps my wounds heal.

I dare to dream about my people in Hazarajat. May they too someday know the love, peace and freedom my new life here has given me.

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