A Kurdish song from our black site on Manus Island.
Farhad (guitar), Behrouz Boochani (voice)
Farhad is a Kurdish painter, guitar maker and player who has been incarcerated in our black site on Manus Island for almost 3 years.
Behrouz is a Kurdish writer, journalist and singer who has also been incarcerated in our black site on Manus Island for almost 3 years.
“Brenda explained the plan. They crowdfund a flotilla of actual boats to sail to Nauru and then to Manus Island to pick up all the illiterate asylum seekers…”
An Iranian refugee at the Manus Island detention centre said he hoped Papua New Guinea’s immigration department would reconsider his case after he protested in a tree for 10 hours.
Read the report by Eric Tlozek, Papua New Guinea correspondent for ABC News
“Nearly 1,000 men have been locked up in detention camp in Papua New Guinea since they tried to reach Australia by boat…”
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“For three years, Sudanese refugee Abdul Aziz has lived behind high fences and under the watchful eye of guards at Papua New Guinea’s Manus Island detention centre…”
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An animated short film, narrated by two asylum-seeking men detained in Australia’s Manus Island Offshore Processing Centre, recounting the dangerous journeys that brought them to the island and their memories of the riot that erupted in 2014.
I wake each night
more tired of this repetition.
I find myself in the loneliness of the wall’s shadow,
in the darkness of lonely nights.
Released from the joy of sexuality
I sleep with my shadow
embracing all I do not have.
I kiss those made of the same material as me –
they are a rainbow –
and immediately I turn into a flood in your arms.
I am full of the wounds that only your hands can cure.
I am set free each time I pat your hair.
You smell like all of my life.
My loneliness does not doom me to failure.
I am full of the joy of sexuality.
The darkness of these nights
will turn into a rainbow.
M. Manus Island
Rooted in a rock crevice
Torture begs for water,
plaintive cries search in vain
while flares eagerly fill the earth.
I am in a cage, gasping.
Sleep is a drink of perfection.
The eclipse permanent
when you sleep with me.
written by M. 2015 Nauru
Night is for sleep
Day is for every thing.
Every thing is our dreams:
a girl-friend with tender hands.
Every thing is worse than your nightmares:
torture, madness, despair.
Bring me the night.
B. Manus 2015
His heart feels sad and heavy.
He gazes far away.
Exhausted and lonely
he is sitting on a rock in the camp –
his feet sore and cut.
He was forced to flee his country.
Now he’s forced to stay in a camp –
same as a scarecrow
on an island very far away
that few have ever thought about.
He waits for a dandelion and a bird
from you to him.
His heart can make it happen
But the bird of politics
with its sharp beak
speaks for government and Morrison
and tears at his flesh, his mind and his heart,
steals his hope.
He never had a dream!
He’s not Damavand Young*
He is a scarecrow.
May be one day
a bird will take his spirt
and set it free.
– A. Nik, 2015
* Damavand Young is a big mountain in Iran; a mountain that is very strong, that nothing can shake.