I run and run. Kilometre after kilometre. Higher and higher up the mountains. Top after top. Maybe in a desperate attempt to escape from memories that I have tried to suppress these last years. Memories that are coming back when seeing Talibans on the streets of Kabul and Afghanistan. I was born under Taliban rule, …
– Words matter, stated Dirk Ficca, director of A World of Neighbours Practitioners Network as he opened the zoomcast on the way we talk about each other in the public discourse and how it creates social reality and structures. First to speak was Mujo Halilovic, manager of The Roma Information and Knowledge Centre in Malmö, …
Parwana Amiri first noticed the concrete walls being built around her refugee camp on the Greek mainland one morning a few weeks ago. Photo by Anna Alboth “It was a feeling that when we were sleeping, they closed our wings,” the 16-year-old Afghan refugee told Al Jazeera. The grey walls, three metres high, being built …
The closet door in my apartment in Berlin won’t close unless I lean against it. That’s because I have the habit of saving the clothes that my children have grown out of. I keep some of them, because I want to give them away, and others as mementos. In Syria I had a similar cupboard. I remember how I …
– I was happy in Sweden, had friends who loved me and a clear vision about my future. After a long time I had finally started to feel at home again, but then all that collapsed and I became all alone, again, says Arash Khawari. – As a child my dream was to become a …
“I paint to express what I feel deep inside, the passion for living in freedom, the love of nature and the art of being human. To me, what race and gender you have doesn’t matter, or the boundaries that religion and tradition require. I reach out beyond borders and nations to make friends and show …
He closes the door to his apartment, takes off his shoes and jacket in the corridor before going into the living room. He sits on his armchair and opens his iPad to play The Search by NF. After a minute he gets up, goes to the kitchen and drinks a glass of cold water. – …
If you’ve lived in a place all your life, or even left for a few years but returned, you might not recognize how hard making friends can be. When I was growing up, my best friend was Patrick McMurphy. We were born 10 weeks apart, lived across the street from one another, played together nearly …
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My palms clam up as I sit at my desk, open up my computer and wait. After a week chock-full of uncomfortable but vital conversations about racial injustice, police brutality and protesting following the May 25 murder of George Floyd, I prepare for the latest conversation I will have on this topic. When I pluck …
The night was dark and scary, the waves of the Aegean Sea were gigantic and the engine of the broken boat was dead. The heart breaking screams of the women and children in the boat when the waves hit the boat was mixed with the terrifying sound of the lightning, sending shocking waves to my …
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