سازمان ملل: نیمی از جمعیت افغانستان به کمک‌های بشری نیازمند است

,,In the name of Allah ,,,,,


Name: Hafiza
Name father’s: Eiwaz Ali
Name mother’s: Sakine
_From: Afghanistan
Phone number: 00923168565407
Email: hafizabakhshi30@gmail.com
Address: Pakistan baluchistan _ quetta
Object: refuge



Greetings and courtesy for your, I hope you are successful _wherever you are.
My name is Hafiza and 22 years old.
I have 2 brothers, we are names Ali and Mohammad.
Mohammad is 12 years old and Ali is 10 years old.
My mother has been dead for 5 years, we are _from Afghanistan , but when I was a child, we immigrated to Iran,I remember when I was a child, my father beat me a lot.
He even beat me, when I was growing up, because I was a girl.
He beats with sticks, wires and holes, I was very afraid of my father.
One night he wanted to _set me on fire, I was very small then.my father was a very violent ,he even beat my mother.
My mother and I did not tell anyone for fear of my father.
Until 5 years ago…..in 2015-july…..
One morning I woke up to the noise of my parents….i was 17 years old at the time.
When I woke up, my parents were arguing and my father had a knife in his hand and wanted to kill himself, But my mother took the knife _from my father.
_From that day on,my parents fight started and lasted for 25 to 26 days.
For the first few days my father only beat my mother with a horse.
After a few days, my father bought 2 sticks _from the shop and with that stick he beats my mother.
Our house had a bedroom, he had beats my mother every moment.
He even beat my mother _from night to morning and we woke up with our mother screaming.
One day my mother became very ill, her whole body was black and bruised, my father continued to beat.
I was holding my mother, when she was beaten, my father hit me so hard on the head and body with a stick.
One night my father wanted to _set my mother on fire, he wanted to pour oil on my mother, but I took my mother and
Pour all the oil on me.
My body burned for 2 whole days.
Every day, every night, every hour, every moment, there were flights in our house.
Our house smelled of blood.
Another day, my father took my mother’s in her hands with a lot hot iron the skin on my mother’s hand was burnt.
Last day…my father stabbed my mother in the her leg with a large knife, and she could not walk anymore and that night my mother became very very ill and my father was scared.
He took my mother to the hospital, when I got my mother out of the taxi, my mother fell to the ground and died there..
The police took my father to prison. I was alone forever.
Life in Iran become difficult my brothers and I came to Pakistan
When we arrived,I want to the United Nations for re_settlement.
Money, but they wanted money _from me
And I have no money…
Nobody is help me
This is a difficult life for me and my brothers.
If my father come out of prison, He will kill me, because I came to pakistan and he takes my brothers _from me….
Ilike to study and be a doctor but I cacannot.
I hav to work _from morning till night to support myself and my brothers.
My rent is 10,000 rupees fish a month.
My job is to teach driving, my salary is 20,000 rupees per month.
I love Canada and the Canadian people
If I became a Canadian citizen, I promise, I promise to do my best to vibrate for Canada’s progress.
Every day I am afraid that my father will come to Pakistan and take my brothers _from me..
He will kill me as my mother…He always told me that.
Please help me…please
No one in this world helps me.
I ask the Government of Canada to help me.





Thank you