
Canadian, by chance
Canada wasn’t our first pick. But it was the hand that fate had dealt us.
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.