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351. Meeting Lauren Booth

On my first night in Manchester, I was finally able to fast and do my taraweeh (special prayers in Ramadan). It was my first time fasting for 18 hours, and the taraweeh only started at around 11pm. I was ready to pass out after taraweeh but hey ho, look who I bumped into!!! Saw Lauren…

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350. Don’t forget about the light.

I’ve been following the news with a heavy heart recently. From the US shootings, to the rise of hate crime in the UK post-Brexit, and today, the Istanbul bombings. It’s easy to despair. I constantly question how the world will look like in the future, and as I teach my kids, I wonder how their…

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349. I hope you do not just aspire to travel.

I hope you do not just aspire to travel. Let’s admit it: Travelling is a privilege that some may not have. And I’d say too: travelling solo isn’t for everyone. Everything about life isn’t a one-size fits all. So don’t feel less of a person if you can’t or don’t want to. That’s perfectly fine.…

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348. World Refugees Day

I wasn’t supposed to go to Bosnia i Herzegovina. I was headed to Calais, in France, to a refugee camp to volunteer with Calais Kitchens, a network of volunteer-run kitchens that feeds over 6000 refugees in Calais & Dunkirk daily. Everything has been 90% settled – I’d contacted the organisers, I’ve arranged for transport from…

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347. Tunnel of Hope

Visited the Tunnel of Hope while learning parts of Sarajevo’s darker history.   Still reeling a bit from whatever I’ve experienced and learnt. Even though I’ve always been a history geek and have learnt so much about war and the rise and fall of empires and nations, it always hits hard whenever I’m on the…

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346. Boys with big hearts. 

[continued from previous post] After settling in into the new hotel, I’d left for the city centre. Before checking in earlier, I’d come across gypsy children. I was beyond taken aback cos they were scruffy and were pushing around bones (yes) in a baby pram. They’d ran to me, held my arm, and when I…