My Dad was killed and my 7 year old sister was abducted when our village was attacked. But my mother, my second sister and I got away together. We walked for a long time to get out of South Sudan. For two years, we trekked, then rested for a few days, then walked again. Finally,
When I was 10, my dad died, which was very upsetting for me as we had been very close. A few years later, my sister married an Anglo Australian, and about 5 years later she sponsored Mum and I to come to leave Malaysia for Australia, as all my other siblings were by then married.
My parents separated when I was on a student exchange in Geelong. That can be a very significant change for anyone, but when you’re 16 and living overseas, and something so profound happens to you, it really turns your world upside down. As a result, the relationship that I developed with my host parents was
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When I was a baby, we had to flee Ethiopia because the regime started making threats against my father and his family. We are from the Oromo ethnic group, which have been persecuted for a long time, and my father was a political activist. Life in Djibouti, the neighbouring country, wasn’t easy. My father was
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When we were 10 years old, one of our friends said that he had heard the adults say that Aleppo was going to turn into a war zone in less than year, and we felt such fear in our stomachs. We said, ‘No way, that’s never going to happen.’ But soon after that, our parents
Although my mother is Jordanian and I was born in Jordan, my father is Syrian and in Arabic countries we follow the citizenship of the father. Every year we used to go to Syria for holidays, and every year my father would say, ‘Just one more year and then we’ll move back.’ After we turned
In Vietnam, Mum was making four nuggets of gold a day as a butcher and Dad was making seven nuggets as a tailor. We had three servants; one to cook, one to clean and one to look after my brother and I. But when they know that you have a three-story, flashy house and you’re