A farewell letter written by a Sudanese migrant before drowning in the Mediterranean Sea

A Farewell Letter Written by a Sudanese Migrant Before Drowning in the Mediterranean Sea While Heading to European Union Countries… A letter found in the pocket of one of the Sudanese Migrant whose bodies were recovered after their boat sank. The boat was carrying hundreds of undocumented migrants in the Mediterranean Sea during their journey to reach the European shores. While journalists did not disclose information about the identity of the owner of the final farewell letter, which he apparently wrote upon sensing the imminent sinking of the vessel carrying him, they included emotional phrases with the text they published on their personal pages, such as: “A gift to the civilized world, he fled death, so the sea embraced him. I advise you to read, but do not weep, because the tears have dried up for my family and siblings due to the injustice that feeds their lives every day.” Text of the Letter: “I am sorry, mother, because the ship sank with us and I couldn’t get there. Nor will I be able to send the money I borrowed to pay for the trip. Don’t be sad, mother, if they don’t find my body; what good will it do you now except the costs of transportation, shipping, burial, and condolences. I am sorry, mother, but I had to travel like other people. Note that my dreams were not as big as others’. As you know, all my dreams were the size of a box of colon medicine for you, and the price of fixing your teeth. I am sorry, my love, because I built you a house of illusion, a beautiful home like the ones we used to watch in the movies. I am sorry, my brother, because I will not be able to send the fifty euros I promised to send you monthly to enjoy yourself before graduation. I am sorry, my sister, because I will not send you the modern phone with ‘Wi-Fi’ like your well-off friend. I am sorry, my beautiful home, because I will not hang my coat behind the door. I am sorry, divers and search teams for the missing, for I do not know the name of the sea I drowned in. Rest assured, asylum office, I will not be a heavy burden on you. Thank you, sea, for welcoming us without a visa or a passport. Thank you to the fish that will share my flesh and will not ask me about my religion or political affiliation. Thank you to the news channels that will report the news of our death for five minutes every hour for two days. Thank you for you will grieve for us when you hear the news. I am not sorry that I drowned. I have rested and brought relief [to others].” As narrated by the teller.

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