When I was still a child, I had no idea of the world I lived in, we were poor and I had to work, I thought all children were like me, I had no chance to play like a kid , there was nothing enjoyable in my life, but I loved playing soccer, no one in the world loved soccer as much as me, my dream was to become a soccer player one day, as I got older, I thought what if I reach to young age and don't become a soccer player.I was still getting older, but there was no sign of achieving my dream, I was an immigrant born in Afghanistan and living in Iran, little by little my dream seemed unattainable,........ I was a passionate, happy, witty, energetic, kind and emotional child, but now a depressed, lonely young man... For a long time, I didn't know that I was a migrant, I didn't know what a migrant meant, what war meant, what religion meant,..... I was just a child, I worked 6 days a week so that I could play football just one day on the weekend........ where is my dream???
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Searching your passion and you will happy forever and ever.