In Pakistan, we lived in Hazara town, a town made up of almost 300,000 Hazaras who have had to leave Afghanistan due to their long history of being persecuted. My family arrived there when I was 5.
Unfortunately, many people in Pakistan also don’t like Hazaras. We lived near a river where if you got too close to it, you could get shot by the Pashtuns on the other side. As a kid, we played cricket near the banks of that river. It was a bit risky, but we didn’t even think about it – we just took . . .