 Hi, my name is Fadim. I'm a 10 years old and I'm a Hazara refugee living in Chiserva outside of Jakarta. Since I was a child, I loved karate. I had a black belt and I was a national champion. But in Pakistan and Afghanistan, my people are persecuted by the Taliban. When a bomb went off near my school, killing 126 people, I decided that I had to leave. Like many other Hazaras, I am stuck here in Indonesia. I have a mobile phone and I have started to make a film about our lives. I live in a small house with 3,000. Baz Mohammad, Rahim, and Amanullah. We try to stay positive and keep our days structured. Everyone has a job to do. Every day, Baz Mohammad makes the naan. He is kept from Malistan, but he still has five children and a wife back in Pakistan. He has been here for one year now. Rahim is from Jakarta and he has been here for 18 months. His job is to buy the supplies and he is a great cook. I especially love his fruit, the smoothies. But it is really hot for him. 18 months is a really long time to be stuck in one place. Amanullah is 20 years old. Like many Hazaras in Chisarwa, he loves to play football. In Chisarwa, football is more than just for fun. It helps keep away the tension and worry. Amanullah usually plays at a pitch not far from our house. But if the Indonesians are already there, they can't play. It really ruins his day. Some of the Hazaras have started a refugee football league. Most days are 3pm. There is a game. Many Hazaras go and watch. It's great fun. Music is another way we entertain ourselves. Abdul Khalif is a great Dambra player. So Baz Mohammad and the others made him a Dambra. In Chisarwa, we make them out of old motorcycle helmets. We love Dambra. We all try and learn English. I'm lucky because I learned when I was in Pakistan. But for some of the older men, it is really difficult. One of the most important things for all of us is to register with United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, UNHCR. They decide whether we are genuine refugees or not. I followed Baz Mohammad to the UNHCR office in Jakarta. After 9 months, he was to find out if he had been given refugee status. He starts early and after 3 hours, he gets his letter. He's successful, but does not look any happier. When I asked him, he says he was a refugee since the day he left home. And the letter does not make any difference to that. Nonetheless, when we get home, we decided to have a celebration. We bought a fresh chicken, a real treat for us. And we invited some friends over. Afterwards, it was New Year's Eve and we played music and watched the fireworks.