My parents both migrated to Australia from Iran in the 70s. Dad worked for the Iranian embassy at first, and later as a public servant, and Mum was a biochemist at the CSIRO. I didn’t experience much discrimination initially because I had pale skin and a pretty Aussie accent which was very thick if anything, because I watched a lot of Blinky Bill! It didn’t really occur to me that I was different, even though we visited family overseas and went to the mosque, because it was just part of our routine.
When I was around 10 years . . .