Josef Refugee Novels & Stories

It was the perfect opportunity to move. He turned back to his meager supplies—a small pack of food and Dr. Akinyemi’s suitcase, which contained the remaining serum. His gaze lingered on the lifeless body of Akinyemi, slumped in the corner. Joseph felt… nothing. No pity, no sorrow. The man had caused too much suffering to deserve either. “You reap what you sow,” Joseph muttered, zipping up his bag. As he moved toward the window to double-check his escape route, a figure shuffled into view. It was a student, his movements awkward but deliberate. The boy stumbled toward the hostel, his hand reaching for the door.

Yosef said softly, "The main guy, Lukas, got the death penalty, and the rest got jail time ranging from three to ten years. Lukas didn't agree with the decision and appealed. "The second trial is still going on. But, don't worry about it. I'll make sure the bad guys get what they deserve." Zara stayed quiet after that. Yosef held her hand, trying to hug her, but Zara did not want to. He stopped trying to pull her close and just gently rubbed her wrist. Later, Wilder found out that Zara was not completely lying when she said she was kidnapped. She called Yosef, and he did not pick up, which led to her getting hurt.

They were his family - just some of the very few of the people in his life that he really and truly cared for. There was the Hispanic family cook, Mariana, and then their family driver, Salim, who was Somalian and a muslim. They would tell Jesse their individual stories about their struggles as first-generation immigrants - in New York, nonetheless. And how hard it was to break through the constant challenges of diversity.