Chunks of a Shia Muslim childhood
I was six. Thoughts of a new house delighted me more than anything else ever had. New rooms, a new garden! New crevices to explore and hide in with my sister. It was not really going to be ours, we were…
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I was six. Thoughts of a new house delighted me more than anything else ever had. New rooms, a new garden! New crevices to explore and hide in with my sister. It was not really going to be ours, we were…
In the 1960s my father was a victim of racist graffiti. ‘No Blacks – Go home’ was sprayed on the pavement outside his home in Birmingham, UK after a news report on his attempt to join the West Midlands police…
49 innocent human beings were killed by a gunman inside Pulse, a gay nightclub, in Orlando, USA. My thoughts and prayers are with the victims and their families. An incident like this infuriates me, but what’s even worse are some…
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