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"The one thing my mum said to me was to put something out there that is you, that is original. So, I started writing... if I want to do my own thing or need help with my writing, I try to do something that is original to people. Whatever is obsessively in my mind, I write about it."
"What I do know is that writing brings me peace and sharing my writing with others gives me joy. I hope it gives people who read it something too. Writing is my way of processing the world, but it also feels essential to my way of being in the world, like there is no other way for me to be here and fully alive. So, I guess I’ll keep writing till I get chucked off the boat someday."
According to Saadia, in Pakistan a student has three options for their future: to become either a doctor, an engineer, or a disappointment. Her story is one of hope, passion, and picking yourself up, dusting yourself off, and getting on with it.
‘I’m fifteen years of age and I turn to my mother and say, “I wish I was white.”’ Colin shares his experience of growing up in 1980s London as a young black man.
"I was born inside a car. We call it a Jeep because it’s a big car, it’s a passenger car; they were taking my mum to the hospital, but I was scared of the doctor, so I got out before we arrived at the hospital."
Mary reflects on her grandparents' journey from Greece to South Africa at the beginning of the 20th Century and the parallels of their journey and her own.
"I didn't expect to experience such a difference in the culture of our two countries. Initially, in Australia, I was euphoric as everything had this lovely pioneering spirit of mateship and equality."
"In Fremantle, there are so many people to know and to talk to. Some of them are grumpy, some of them are cheerful, and some of them are fussy."
"I’m very optimistic about the future of Fremantle. I think that transformation is really necessary. It’s absolutely essential that we grow and that we change."
"But the day we unveiled the statues—my parents came from Italy for that unveiling—for me, it was touching the hand of glory, you know?"
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