I feel like I can’t reconcile the two halves of my heritage. I have a lot of Spanish in me, in my character, and in my way of acting. I also have a lot of Albanian. Those two parts of me are always in conflict.
They shoved us into the waters, shouting vulgarities as we crossed. I thought we were going to die, attacked and torn apart by the crocodiles who called the river home.
I was a refugee, a slave in my own country. I came to India to escape decades of statelessness, violence, ethnic cleansing, and genocide. Now, I am called an illegal immigrant.
Although I am an agent of the Guard, situations like these, where human beings risk their lives to improve their living conditions, are heartbreaking.
All I want is to go back home; they can take away all the money they owe me. I just want to be free back in Kenya.
Many Venezuelan migrants have travelled to Colombia seeking new opportunities, however, the lack of employment and the conditions of some governments have not allowed all immigrants to survive.
We lost consciousness in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. When I opened my eyes, all I could see were palm trees, sand, and water.
The shots rang out from the soldier's rifle, and the first bullet entered Rashid's upper back. The second shot tore through his midsection. The bullets exited through the front of his body, indicating he'd been shot in the back.
Shedding the refugee and immigrant labels afforded us new freedom and eradicated our fear.
My family and neighbors broke the door to my house with anger, entered, and started beating and stoning us.
Fighting to stay off the streets in Scandinavia during COVID-19
Protecting refugees in Kakuma through hygiene and education