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1399917The Nightmare of the Exilehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-nightmare-of-the-exile-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1097166/bdd7ed6e-c1af-455c-83c4-cd0cde185240.jpg?v=6383373683681700007777MXNXlibris USInStock/Ebooks/<p>I am a simple person from a simple family who was part of a simple community. I grew up in the village of Dissa in the Darfur region of western Sudan. While growing up, I didnt know what racism was and didnt differentiate between people based on their color or religion. I had no access to television or electricity, had never tasted chocolate, and my family put our money in a hole instead of keeping it in a bank. In 2003, I was forced to leave my country with other Darfuris to escape persecution. While in Egypt in 2005, I read the word "refugee" in a book and realized that was me. I have experienced hate and racism because I am a refugee and foreign. I have been called "ponga ponga," "chocolate," "ashikabla," and "koshi." All these terms were meant to humiliate me either for my status as a refugee or for the color of my skin. I have been put in prison for being a refugee. On December 31, 2005, in Egypt, twenty-seven people were killed in front of my eyes simply because they were refugees. This book tells my story, both the happy parts as a child and the challenging parts as a refugee. I want the world to see all of me, not just my skin or my legal status. Because Darfuri refugees arent just a nameless mass of people. We have families, stories, lives, just like you.</p>...1385660The Nightmare of the Exile7777https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-nightmare-of-the-exile-1/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/1097166/bdd7ed6e-c1af-455c-83c4-cd0cde185240.jpg?v=638337368368170000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20159781503587472_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_<p>I am a simple person from a simple family who was part of a simple community. I grew up in the village of Dissa in the Darfur region of western Sudan. While growing up, I didnt know what racism was and didnt differentiate between people based on their color or religion. I had no access to television or electricity, had never tasted chocolate, and my family put our money in a hole instead of keeping it in a bank. In 2003, I was forced to leave my country with other Darfuris to escape persecution. While in Egypt in 2005, I read the word refugee in a book and realized that was me. I have experienced hate and racism because I am a refugee and foreign. I have been called ponga ponga, chocolate, ashikabla, and koshi. All these terms were meant to humiliate me either for my status as a refugee or for the color of my skin. I have been put in prison for being a refugee. On December 31, 2005, in Egypt, twenty-seven people were killed in front of my eyes simply because they were refugees. This book tells my story, both the happy parts as a child and the challenging parts as a refugee. I want the world to see all of me, not just my skin or my legal status. Because Darfuri refugees arent just a nameless mass of people. We have families, stories, lives, just like you.</p>(*_*)9781503587472_<p>I am a simple person from a simple family who was part of a simple community. I grew up in the village of Dissa in the Darfur region of western Sudan. While growing up, I didnt know what racism was and didnt differentiate between people based on their color or religion. I had no access to television or electricity, had never tasted chocolate, and my family put our money in a hole instead of keeping it in a bank. In 2003, I was forced to leave my country with other Darfuris to escape persecution. While in Egypt in 2005, I read the word "refugee" in a book and realized that was me. I have experienced hate and racism because I am a refugee and foreign. I have been called "ponga ponga," "chocolate," "ashikabla," and "koshi." All these terms were meant to humiliate me either for my status as a refugee or for the color of my skin. I have been put in prison for being a refugee. On December 31, 2005, in Egypt, twenty-seven people were killed in front of my eyes simply because they were refugees. This book tells my story, both the happy parts as a child and the challenging parts as a refugee. I want the world to see all of me, not just my skin or my legal status. Because Darfuri refugees arent just a nameless mass of people. We have families, stories, lives, just like you.</p>...9781503587472_Xlibris USlibro_electonico_25602067-230c-319a-a44a-352ffd2f2bbe_9781503587472;9781503587472_9781503587472Adam AhmedInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/ingram52-epub-280df8ae-1284-4c92-9a2f-e7462b9d58af.epub2015-07-23T00:00:00+00:00Xlibris US