Where do they find security? 1


I don’t really want to write this.

I think that it may too political or too divisive for this forum.

I worry that perhaps I’m on my ‘soap-box’ again – maybe I should stick to talking to those who want to know.

I had thought that this month I would write about my personal struggle with insecurity, or perhaps about dealing with the loss of security in our marriages, our jobs or our relationships.  These seem to be relatively ‘safe’ and inoffensive topics to dissect, and are certainly pertinent.

I found I could not write however. I have just had no peace.

Why? Because the security of a different group of people has been bugging me. Once again I cannot shake it.

I cannot be silent. I cannot stand by and watch. My heart aches.

I just read about an Afghan Hazara man who committed suicide this month – here on Australian soil. Khodayar Amini was an asylum seeker who had been in detention on Christmas Island and in Darwin, but had been released and was living in Sydney. He set himself on fire because he saw no way out of his torment – he feared a return to detention and he felt he could struggle no more. He fled from terror in his homeland only to face further confusion, persecution, humiliation and harassment – in the very place he believed he would find protection, security and freedom.

In Khodayar Amini’s words, the words he wrote before he took his own life, I hear a man that had lost all hope in the decency of humanity. He was angry and despairing and just longed to be treated with respect and dignity. He had turned to Australia hoping to find support, security and a future but rather, this man – who no doubt was already dealing with his fair share of trauma – only found further torment, cruelty, fear and pain.

What are we doing?

If we stay silent, what do we inadvertently support?

To whom are we accountable?

Can we stand by and do nothing as people suffer and die while in our care?

Where is security if it cannot be found here in Australia?

Do we not have enough freedom and security to go around? Are we afraid that if we share the love that we might somehow run out of it ourselves?

At times I feel overwhelmed and powerless in all this – Khodayar Amini must have felt it so much more acutely.


Security for all.

Security, safety, serenity, inclusion, welcome, embrace…

I know that the issue of granting asylum is complex. I know that fear for our own security sometimes threatens to overwhelm our desire to embrace ‘the other’.

But surely we can do this better? Is this a legacy we will be proud of?

I don’t want to ‘turn a blind eye’ – I want to engage in the conversation.

With a hurting heart,

Esther x

About Esther Murray

Esther is a reader and a thinker and has always loved to write as a way of steering the intensity of thought into the invigorating energy of words. She enjoys exploring her quiet creative side, but also thrives on an animated and passionate conversation. Esther spent her childhood ‘overseas’ and can’t help but be shaped by this depth of experience. She has a Bachelor of Social Work and has a heart for the marginalised. She has a deep desire to see relationships flourish, people encouraged and the spiritual embraced. Esther lives in Perth, Western Australia and is married to Clive. Together they are investing their love and energy into raising their three young daughters.

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  • Lucy

    How sad to read about Khodayar Amini. One can hardly find the words to express the hurt one feels. So your very caring, compassionate, empathetic heart must have really really hurt Esther x I am really battling for words here 🙁 What can we do? How can we help the really sincere needy? How do we encourage people in authority (and just in general) to “really feel” for people who are in need when we hardly even care for our next door neighbours (you are an exception even there) let alone our ‘next door neighbours’ from across the ocean. We really can’t ‘love’ and ‘care’ well unless we allow Jesus’ love to absolutely flood our hearts and our minds and love through us.
    Thank you Esther for caring so much. Never ever ever stop caring for the uncared for. The world certainly needs more wonderful loving sensitive people like you Est 🙂

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