by nhoa | Oct 24, 2020 | Uncategorized
My dad was a Muslim and Mum was a Hindu. They had a love marriage, which was almost unheard of in India back in the seventies. Due to religious discrimination, it was a challenging marriage, not supported by either of their families, and they were quite cognizant of...
by nhoa | Oct 17, 2020 | Uncategorized
My father was a freedom fighter against the Russian invasion of Afghanistan. When I was 3, he sent my mother and us kids to Pakistan to give us a better life. As a result, I grew up in Pakistan, but visited my father in Afghanistan every few months. In that time, he...
by nhoa | Oct 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
When I was 15, my family moved from Mumbai to the Gold Coast for my dad’s business. At first, it was a massive culture shock. But I had always been a very social person, so I just decided to dive in and give everything my best shot. Many people said it would be...
by nhoa | Oct 3, 2020 | Uncategorized
Life in Caracas was stressful. Everybody had guns. I was robbed at gunpoint a few times. We used to carry dummy mobile phones to give to thieves in the traffic. My father and I were even ‘express-kidnapped’ by three guys once, who took us to the ATM to empty our...
by nhoa | Sep 26, 2020 | Uncategorized
Two weeks after I got a job in a chicken shop in Bronte, this Canadian guy with bright blue hair came in, and we got to chatting. He asked if I wanted to stay in Australia, and I told him I loved it but that I needed a boyfriend to stay! Jokingly, I asked him if he...
by nhoa | Sep 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
Our family left Ireland during The Troubles. It was a difficult decision, as my mum’s one of ten and my dad’s one of seven, so to leave that huge support system wasn’t easy. At that time, I was 8. I don’t remember much, but apparently a lot of Catholic and Protestant...
