To My Mother Who Danced With Turkish Carpet Sellers

To My Mother Who Danced With Turkish Carpet Sellers

When I visited Turkey with my mother 12 years ago, we parted at the train station in Istanbul — she was on her way to Athens and a flight back to Australia, I was headed for the Middle East, not knowing when I would see her again. When the Kurdish boy working in our...
The night I slept in Trafalgar Square

The night I slept in Trafalgar Square

When I was young(er), I was pretty reckless about my safety. I also had two beliefs: (1) that I should always do anything a man could and (2) that people were essentially good so nothing terrible would ever happen to me. And that’s how I came to be sleeping in...
The YES passports and the NO passports

The YES passports and the NO passports

This week marks the five year anniversary of Australia’s “offshore processing” centres – which means that many of the refugees have now been trapped on Manus and Nauru for half a decade. On this date in 2013, I had recently returned to Australia after 10 years of...

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