The Battleship Building is located on Harrow Road in Paddington, London. You go there if you need a visa because you are not ‘western’, and so you must negotiate the parameters of your inferiority with private companies hired by ‘developed countries’ to enter their frontiers. It is cold, ugly and uninviting. I wouldn’t blame you if you […]

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Photograph by Kerem Yücel

Uncovering the open secret of child labour

Today, in Turkey’s farmlands, industrial zones, cafes, workshops and streets, Syrian refugee children have joined the thousands of minors forced to work to survive. My normal workday involves researching child labour, both at my desk and on the ground, but I still occasionally find myself caught off guard by the stark reality of the issue. […]

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Those that manage to exist with the ease of a happy ripe mango.

She came back from Guinea-Bissau

She is strong; you can see her sturdy bones protruding from her body. The shape of her skeleton is easy to make out. This makes me chuckle because as students, we would sit on grass across from each other and write the latin names of various parts of our skeleton on pieces of paper. When […]

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Go Back to Your Country!

The underlining damage of Brexit. A loss of belonging.
Her name is Ansa. She is one of many. Her hair is as blonde as it gets. Her eyes are narrow. Her posture is self assured. For the past ten years, she has been a part of the creme de la creme of England.

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Growing out

I don’t know what subconscious confidence lodges itself inside you, when you observe your mother comb the hair of your father with her fingers. I don’t know what that feels like. I don’t know what it feels like to watch your father gently hold your mother’s arm. I don’t know how one feels upon seeing […]

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The Marimacho: instruments do not know of borders

Later it moved to Asia, but was not pleased, so it returned back to Europe. It sat in an ancient neighbourhood called Topkapi, where it listened to the call to prayer five times a day, its first music lessons in Turkey. Untouched, a virgin, it waited patiently, it waited for Mar and Ferhad.

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This one is for the unconsoled

It is for the migrant, the womb-less, the borderless, the refugee… It is for the relentless, the transient, willing or unwilling. It is for you; the hustlers of belonging, feeling the land beneath you moving contrary to your body or perhaps your better judgement.

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