#arabic diaspora
My parents spent their first six years post-migration to Australia immersing themselves in their new culture. A series of transient forces saw them trade their life in a small country town by the Nile delta for a new beginning in Whyalla. It wasn’t until I was born that they realised their responsibility to recreate a sense of Egypt for their children. This meant a childhood tinged with the sounds, scents, and colours of my parents’ motherland. The sound of Umm…
