On a bitter winter night in February 2018, I arrived in Montreal, alone, having fled my homeland of Zimbabwe. I´m a journalist who wrote extensively about Zimbabwe´s political violence, its corrupt handling of the country’s mineral wealth and the suppression of LGBT rights. I often received verbal and email threats that mentioned my journalism. I […]
At family gatherings, asking about life in Palestine felt like a sin because their pain of exile was more potent than my longing to know about what they left behind.
I was born in a city at war. I miss it.
I had to leave Kenya after my son was murdered. I told myself I would return.
Canada allowed me to become the person I always wanted to be
Why the pandemic’s isolation and loneliness are especially hard for newcomers.
Azam Jangravi was arrested for publicly defying Iran’s compulsory hijab rules. Then she fled for a new life in Canada.
Canada wasn’t our first pick. But it was the hand that fate had dealt us.
My father always promised he would show us his childhood home in Syria. War made us wait.
My little brother and I grew up sharing a room. As refugees, we would share a country.
A former New York Times reporter reflects on her decision to leave Afghanistan for a new life in Canada.
