It was like the other days , I woke up in the morning and was preparing myself up for my college. It was a rainy day and I still remember that suddenly my Uncle Sam intervened me when I was about to leave my house.

Uncle said that he had come to take me somewhere where I never visited before. I got so excited and overjoyed that immediately I rushed to my uncle’s car and asked him to make the headway to the destination.

Now, when I’m talking about my Uncle Sam, I should definitely mention his profession. He is an officer in an organised military force named the ‘Indian Army ‘. He is in the reserved guard forces and usually works for hours and hours. So, when he took out time from his valuable schedule so as to take me somewhere,it was evidently an impressive and interesting place.

After an hour in the Baker Street , I thought to ask my uncle about the destination but he was so busy in his phone calls that I didn’t get the opportunity at all. After a long journey of about 5-6 hours I found myself in a region closely barricaded with military forces and specially officers. Everyone was adulating my uncle and then finally I came to know that I was in a refugee camp .The camp was very bygone and was located in a remote area far away from the city. It was the ‘Brawny Refugee Camp’ located their since 50 years.

After an important demonstrative meeting , my uncle took me to a room where number of refugees squared them up due to severe problems in their country. They were forcefully made to flee from their countries and loved ones because of unnecessary persecution and violence. Most of the refugees were from Myanmar, Sri Lanka and Syria.

My eyes fall onto a young girl of seven years who introduced herself as Alia Allenson from Syria. She was disturbed and shattered while sharing her story to us. She while talking burst herself into tears and exclaimed – ” The last thing I remember of Syria before I left was when my mother was taking me from our place to grandpa’s . The roads were all blocked and full of dead corpses. I even saw dead people with no heads, hands and legs. I was so scared and shocked that I was shivering holding my mother’s hand.” Her story made me so emotional that I too started crying but however I tried to make her feel comfortable.

While listening to the stories of the refugees with my uncle I was startled up thinking about the severe challanges that the refugees have to face. They are so unlucky that have to face language barriers, housing problems, cultural differentiation,racism , prejudicm and also gets no enough facilities for medical services. Not only that the refugees also has to perceive many abominating scenes which are really spine chilling and mournful.

When I was lost in my thoughts, uncle Sam asked me about my experience. Fumbling on my words I stated my distressed mood and concern for the refugees. I asked Uncle that what kind of help does they get from Indian Army . Uncle Sam smiled and replied that whatever happened with them was in their fete but there are certain social communication who donates for their well-being and also work for their relief. They truly support the refugees and reassure them. The communities try to solve their problems by providing social and economic help to them.

It was quite a comprehensive day in my life and I came to know many facts and knowledge about my country as well as other countries and specially refugees. I also came to know in detail about the horrors of the war that can take place in someone’s life. However, after that heartiest visit I would only pray to God that may their problems be solved and they shall resettle themselves with their loved ones at the earliest.