rozas journey to england

 Its dark, so dark I'm wondering if I've gone blind or will I ever see daylight again. If I do see light again it won't be the same it won't be Iraq's light it will be England's. the air is full of fumes and food that's being transported, just like me. The difference is its supposed to be here, I'm not. I can hear boxes rattling and the sound of a plane driver somewhere near as the plane shakes I hold on to the edges of the bag that I've been stuffed inside of. I've never been on a plane, before now and technically this isn't a proper plane because there are no seats or windows. But its worth it because although I might deny it I do want to go to england yeah wow when I think about it its crazy that tomorrow I could, hopefully, be wallking around london with the queen, well maybe not the queen but wow. A lot of people ask me why I want to go but all I can think is why would I want to stay in a place where I have no family and I'm not safe. They say home is where your heart is and mine is not with iraq, maybe its not with england either but I may as well see. I think all these things whilst I sit here in this bag thinking just thinking. And then I hear it, the sound that allowed me to breathe out I breath I felt like I'd been holding forever, the sound of the wheels connecting with the ground, a new ground and hopefully a safe ground.