Seeing the refugees at our doorstep
The lady appeared to be in her 60s, perhaps 70s. We learned the story of how her eldest son was killed before her eyes. The family had fled then for their lives and came to Malaysia, and were waiting for their papers to be processed so they could resettle in another country. I was shocked … Continue reading Seeing the refugees at our doorstep
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