A collection of 24 stories that narrate first-person accounts of migrants, refugees, and asylum-seekers affected by multiple displacements due to political or sectarian strife across several countries: India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Tibet, Afghanistan, Syria, Yemen, Ukraine, Eritrea, and South Sudan. The stories take the reader to the heart of human existence, depicting a sliver of the textured experiences encapsulated in the life of each person on the run.
A collection of 24 stories that narrate first-person accounts of migrants, refugees, and asylum-seekers affected by multiple displacements due to political or sectarian strife across several countries: India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Tibet, Afghanistan, Syria, Yemen, Ukraine, Eritrea, and South Sudan. The stories take the reader to the heart of human existence, depicting a sliver of the textured experiences encapsulated in the life of each person on the run.Hinweis: Dieser Artikel kann nur an eine deutsche Lieferadresse ausgeliefert werden.
Kumar M. Tiku is an independent Indian writer, who has served the United Nations in multiple conflict-affected countries. For over 15 years, Kumar served the United Nations Development Programme (UNDP) as a senior external communications professional in India, Afghanistan, Sudan, Fiji and Iraq. He served UNICEF in multiple roles including as Chief of External Communications in Syria. Kumar was born in Srinagar, in the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir. In 1990, nearly half-a-million strong Kashmiri Pandit community that he belongs to was forced to flee its homeland en masse in the face of a wave of radical extremist militancy. He remains an unrecognized internally-displaced person in India.
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Prelude Afghanistan Dreams are dreams In wilderness, I lit a lamp called school Eritrea All I wanted was to play football India Maybe the birds are homeless too When slow death followed murder most foul Iraq I hear the Yezidis have been hounded out before Living in a camp is never easy Myanmar Then a storm began to brew Pakistan Grief and mistrust walk hand in hand Sri Lanka I find it hard to heal myself As bombs rained, life changed in a jiffy South Sudan Tell them not to keep me in the camp Syria Who do I know here? I crossed the seas for my brothe I will return to rebuild my city Beyond successive exiles In a state of weightlessness She believed in the unity of existence Tibet Mine to keep the hope alive I don't know if freedom exists Across the mountains, a hope called home Ukraine I have nothing to go back to Yemen A future full of question marks No time or will to help others Afterword Acknowledgments About the Author and Contributors
Prelude Afghanistan Dreams are dreams In wilderness, I lit a lamp called school Eritrea All I wanted was to play football India Maybe the birds are homeless too When slow death followed murder most foul Iraq I hear the Yezidis have been hounded out before Living in a camp is never easy Myanmar Then a storm began to brew Pakistan Grief and mistrust walk hand in hand Sri Lanka I find it hard to heal myself As bombs rained, life changed in a jiffy South Sudan Tell them not to keep me in the camp Syria Who do I know here? I crossed the seas for my brothe I will return to rebuild my city Beyond successive exiles In a state of weightlessness She believed in the unity of existence Tibet Mine to keep the hope alive I don't know if freedom exists Across the mountains, a hope called home Ukraine I have nothing to go back to Yemen A future full of question marks No time or will to help others Afterword Acknowledgments About the Author and Contributors
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