Amal had spent a great deal of time ruminating about applying for citizenship at the Federation. She had become distrustful and disillusioned of offers such as those.
In her old life, she and her family had been offered asylum by a few governments, but she had learned that there were ulterior motives behind them. Some of her friends and acquaintances who had gone to those other countries and experienced those tragedies had warned her.
They often used the refugees as political leverage, and this never bode well in the long term. After all, once their usefulness had run out, there was no longer a need to continue supporting them.
Many found themselves living in abject poverty, having been forgotten and abandoned by their new hosts.
Although Amal had been lucky with the country she chose to settle in, most of those she knew were not. Some, she never heard from again.
“Get your head out of the clouds!” yelled Dareon.