In 2005, everyone in the whole of Iraq wanted to leave except for me! I was only in Year 9, but I knew I wanted to be a doctor, and I thought it would be too hard to study in a different language if we were resettled in a Western country.
Studying was my life. At that time, we had no electricity, and I used to go up on the roof at 4 am every day to wait for the sun to rise so I could squeeze in a couple of hours of study before school.
I went to a . . .