All the experiences that I thought I would share to this place where I could feel my worth. It seemed as if the roses I carried with me for Norway, was withering in my hands. No one accepted my gift, no one reached out their hands to receive my gift. After a year of waiting … all roses withered ..
Mehiar Qaddwori kom fra Syria til Norge over den russiske grensen. Han skriver i dette innlegget om det første året i Norge. Om et liv satt på vent.
In the past, before the war in Syria, I got the idea that I should get out of my country many times, in search of freedom, justice, and democracy, but I did not work for the idea to become a reality, despite the intense love for what I longed for. Because my love for my work in the media and the press told me maybe there will be hope in my country someday. For more than 20 years, I had been working in the media, during which I´ve gained a lot of experience, for instance in public relations, etc. I was forced to leave it all behind and go out quickly to preserve my life. Fortsett å lese You have to wait
For en verdig og fin minnestund det var i København mandag kveld. Men nesten samtidig demonstrerte den islamfiendtlige organisasjonen Pegida på Torget i Stavanger. Jeg skjemmes over at det var dem, og ikke vi, som var der. Vi skulle vært der i tusentall og mintes de døde. Vi skulle ha vist at vi verner om ytringsfrihet og trosfrihet.