Nani
Nani I remember the small things about Nani, like the way she used to drink her tea, or the way she used to peel lychees for my cousins and I, or the
Nani I remember the small things about Nani, like the way she used to drink her tea, or the way she used to peel lychees for my cousins and I, or the
Our chosen home By January 1947 things were starting to get bad, there were a lot of killings and people were being pushed out of their homes. When the decision to partition India was made by Cyril Radcliffe, people had begun migrating in large
The Last Train At the end of the street there were Sikhs living in an old shanty-style house. Most of the Muslim families lived in the front end of the street and almost all were in joint family systems so that each dwelling
Longing for home My father was from a typical South Asian Sikh family. He was born in Rawalpindi, which was northern India before partition, and lived with his parents and 11 other
It’s our victory to come back to Srebrenica I didn’t want to go to Tuzla, I wanted to stay with my father. I remember I was crying as my mother held me back, she knew if she let go, I would jump off the
I didn’t just want to survive, I wanted to thrive I grew up in a country deeply divided along ethnic lines and as a Tutsi I was very lucky to survive the genocide. We led a privileged life because my Dad was one of
Dissecting Britain’s ‘proud’ history of welcoming refugees Priti Patel has repeatedly reiterated how welcoming the UK has historically been towards refugees. Yet, a journey through the UK’s refugee history reveals moments where genuine humanitarian assistance was required by those seeking sanctuary but was
Searching for humanity Over the last 6 years, I’ve seen the best and the worst of humanity and European values laid bare on our borders. I lost count of the dead that
Refugees don’t take, they make a country richer because of their contributions Edited excerpt from the transcript of a phone call with Daniel Nayeri For a 6-year-old, it had all the hallmarks of an adventure even though the bad news kept piling
My Grampa My grampa was a lawyer. He was an entrepreneur. He was a husband, a friend, a father, a son and a brother. He was Lotzy, Lothar, Mr Wachtel and then Mr Wardell.