Dearly beloved we were never the fortunate ones you and I. maybe our fate was always sealed exiled from own land belonging nowhere not even here where are you my love? Are lost at sea like I all those months ago did ever leave? statistics once learned in school have become now embody one of 120million. broken life lead seemingly so far away consumes mind forgotten unfortunate pitied 120 million others just us. find some comfort knowing only ones outcasted uncertain lost. but maybe deep down really dirty freeloading invaders. or least that’s what they want to label us as with sun shining your eyes love know be true kind for when world no longer showed it love deserved new country entered hope take mercifully softly truly. believe goodness heart do. day will way back each other. If god allow it wish dance again sometime more laugh without fear live if had supposed shape a could rest easy. gentle life grief unfulfilled duties yearn see hopefully safe country call home this is letter able send address though can feel wherever are. pray this inshallah.