I am twenty four years old and I come from Afghanistan. My family is very small; it is only me, my parents, and my younger brother. Back in my country, I had an amazing job working on a US Military base as a convenient store manager. That job ended quickly when the Taliban found me and kidnapped me for two days threatening my life if I had not joined them. Eventually, I broke and agreed to join them, so they took me home to notify my family. My father strongly refused and they killed him on the spot. Terrified, I gathered my family and we fled the country. On the way out, we were attacked by the police and I found myself separated from my family. Around twenty days later, I was miraculously reunited with my brother, but I had never seen my mother again. Not too long after my brother and I reunited, we ended up in France where we hoped on getting a fresh start. My brother is my biggest motivation to live. My pursuit of education had already came to an end because of my age, but I want my brother to have good education and a good life. I dream of finding my mother and bringing her here to be with us. I spend each day fighting to keep a smile on my face and not spread my anger onto other people. I believe that even though it is hard, I can always hold onto this hope that I have.