A man points at my shoes and all are silent. He says: Why do you think you are better than me? All are silent. He says: Are you too clever to answer me? All are silent. He says: What are you hiding in those shoes? All are silent.Read More
Was that it? Was I supposed to feel something? Something other than a sore throat and Raynaud’s in my fingers. I pulled my jumper from around my waist and put it on.
Closure is stupid, I thought to myself. I realised that I was waiting for him to say sorry. I stood up and looked at him for the first time since I’d finished speaking. He was a block of ice.Read More
Without my glasses on, everything hangs in a dream state; fuzzy around the edges, floating an inch off the ground, ghostly and uncertain.Read More
A mother of four is fleeing Syria. They have been walking for longer than they know and the children are exhausted. The woman picks up three of them to carry: one on the front and one on either side. Her oldest son is too heavy and has to walk. He can’t keep up and she must leave him behind. They go on for another 100km before a car pulls up, carrying her son to return to her. But, just as before, he is soon lost to her.Read More
“I don’t like to feel like I'm a problem,” says Wasim. “I have plans and resources. I’m just looking for a good future for my family. We are looking for peace, to start again. I had a great life in Syria with my family. This wasn’t my choice.
“As a human being, we keep asking ourselves ‘why?’ If you don’t want to help me, if you aren’t going to stop the war, what did you mean by bombing? A lot of innocent people died. How is it my fault? Why didn’t you look at me as a human being?”Read More
Kara Tepe, outside the main town of Mytilene, is a camp for Syrian refugees. With little to no organisation from NGOs, most of the help comes from volunteers, providing food and medical support to thousands of people.Read More
The ink seeps beneath my nails and onto the page. For a few seconds, I pretend I haven’t noticed and let the black run freely down my fingers. I like the way it feels. It’s silky and light and it lets me be anyone.Read More