My Father was a doctor and soon got conscripted to the army. But he refused to join and fled to Australia as a refugee.
Fadak’s Story
My memories of Baghdad are of the little things; playing soccer in the street with my friends, eating sweets at my Grandmother’s house.
Living under the dictatorship was difficult, but Baghdad was home. My Father was a doctor and soon got conscripted to the army. But he refused to join and fled to Australia as a refugee. Life without him was hard. Then in 2003 Iraq was invaded and things got worse.
I very clearly remember my mother hugging my sisters and I under the stairs as the bombs fell on our neighbourhood. Part of our home was destroyed and a house down the street was completely blown up. We left our home in the middle of the night, bound for Australia.
Fortunately, we were settled in Dandenong, a very diverse suburb in Melbourne’s South East. We struggled to communicate in English and it was isolating at first, not knowing anyone.
However, I never felt like an outsider because there were kids from all over the world in my classroom and community. From Albania, to the Congo, Turkey and so many more countries I had never heard of. I felt welcomed. That’s the Australia I was introduced to 16 years ago.
At home my parents instilled values of justice and fairness in me and that inspired me to study law at university. I wanted to be able to stand up for the rights of the most marginalised people in our society.
Since graduating, I have worked with people who have experienced homelessness and mental health challenges. Right now, I am working on strategies to prevent domestic violence. I’m passionate about giving people a voice and an opportunity to be heard.
At home my parents instilled values of justice and fairness in me and that inspired me to study law at university. I wanted to be able to stand up for the rights of the most marginalised people in our society.
Last year I travelled around the country to share my story as a refugee, because I believe in the transformative power of storytelling Through sharing our stories we get to know each other and have more compassion for each other. I wanted to share my story as a refugee and to put a face to the headlines. To give people the chance to meet a refugee and share my experience. In community halls of small country towns I had wonderful conversations with people , many of whom had never met a person who had fled their homeland in search of safety.
I strongly believe that negative attitudes towards marginalised groups, whether it’s towards the homeless or people seeking asylum, can be changed through conversations that help us to better understand each other.
There have been so many situations where I have been talking to someone who I thought I’d never have anything in common with and I’m sure they thought the same. But after just a few minutes of talking, of sharing our perspectives and experiences, we realised that we actually have a lot more in common than we first may have assumed. I think there has to be more of that.
There has to be more story sharing and more of us talking to each other and getting to know each other. Because we are one community and there is a lot more that unites us than there is that divides us.
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