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Tyler wrapped himself in his duvet. It was warm, but not only because it was duck eider-down, on the front was the stars and stripes, the star spangled banner. After a year in his new country he still felt energized, anything was possible in the land of the free. In his new home this flag meant he could pursue his dreams, work hard, speak his mind. Finally he could say what he wanted without fear of the police or worse beating his door down. Freedom. Flag. Home.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 10, 2015.
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The sun at its peak. The heat traps her. Faces haul themselves over the boat. Their bodies rejecting the little food they've eaten. Mariam looks over, tired brown eyes stare back at her. Beams of heat shoot down onto the boat. She holds her children close to her burnt body. No water, no food and nothing in sight. She breathes heavily, shielding her sons' burnt bodies from the world. Her hair is tangled and greasy. She can feel the heat raining down, branding her skin. This boat didn’t have the strength or power to make it to Australia, but the further they got from Iraq, the safer she felt. Hot, hopeful, humid. Shaking from excitement and fear. Every second that passes is another second her father anticipating her return. Another second towards her present and future family.

By Tariq Mougarbel, May 14, 2019.