We left Iran because we are Afghans, we weren’t allowed to work, so we couldn’t pay the rent. And we have enemies in Iran. My daughter has nightmares. She’s still afraid because of what happened to her, what they did to her.
Even though our journey was so hard, I brought my Koran and my prayer rug with me. I carried them on my back. I love my religion.
*Rasheeda's story is published in Let Me Tell You My Story
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