Cardboard House

Noor-ul Huda lost her father when she was just 6 years old. Her family were living in dire circumstances and were struggling to find a secure place they could call home. A few months ago, Noor’s family received special news. They were gifted keys to a new house in the Imam Al-Jawad housing...

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A Memory That Remains

My name is Kawthar. I visited the shrines of the Imams with my familyone year. We walked around the market and I saw a beautiful redhairclip. It was the most beautiful thing in the shop. I asked my mum if Icould buy it — but I already knew the answer. It was 3,500 dinars — thatamount could feed...

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A Father And Son

My name is Haider Al Karrar. My father loved dressing me up like him. In 2011, he bought us two matching suits for Eid and we had our photos taken at a studio. The following year, my dad once again bought us matching suits so we could continue our tradition. But he died before we had the chance to...

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The Eldest of The Family

I worry about my younger siblings. I am 17 and the eldest. Last year in the run-up to Eid, I could not sleep. It would be our first Eid without our father and I did not know how we could cope. As you know, people usually buy new clothes for Eid. I didn’t care about myself, but I did not know...

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