Photographs, Chongkal, Cambodia
Saron Khut: In 1980 my mother, my sister and I escaped Cambodia carrying only a few things, as we walked to the Lumpook refugee camp in Thailand.
Tag: What We Carried
Coffee Cup, Juba, South Sudan
Rudwan Dawon: More than 11 years ago, when I was leaving my beloved country of Sudan, my colleagues from Juba University gave me this tiny cup for coffee.
Baby Clothes, Damascus, Syria
Rama Youssef: When I was 12 years old and getting ready to move to America, I made sure to bring this jumper with me. All my older sisters wore it […]
Qur’an, Sarajevo, Bosnia
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the opening part of the holy Qur’an that I brought with me from Bosnia and Herzegovina where it shows my birth
Books, Sarajevo, Bosnia
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the photo of an old collection of Mawlid poems and recitations. The term Mawlid is part of the daily vocabulary of the Muslim population
Ceremony Bowl, Cambodia
Sivheng Ung: My mother’s silver ceremony bowl. This kind of silver bowl, my mom used it to collect blessing water or for special occasions such as weddings
Wedding Photograph, Rwanda
Emmanuel Turaturanye: My father preached that Easter Sunday, April 3, 1994 The genocide started that Thursday, April 7. My family was killed the following day,
Viola, Sarajevo, Yugoslavia
Dijana Ihas: This is the photo of my viola that my parents bought for me when I was 14 years young. I carried this instrument first, for 7 hours
Jewish Passport, Vienna, Austria
Evelyn Banko: My parents and I were already in Riya, Latvia on October 5, 1938 when all German passports held by Jews became invalid and had to be sent to […]
Books and Belt, Vienna, Austria
Evelyn Banko: When the Nazis occupied Austria in 1936, my parents hoped they would be able to leave Vienna for a safer country.
Prayer Book, Rachu, Tibet
Tsering Dolma: This prayer book was one of my father’s oldest daily prayer book that I received from my late eldest brother. I brought it from Nepal when I went
Fabric, Nyarugusu, Tanzania
Jeanette Amisi Mmunga: when the world unravels before you and even your dreams are crumbling stones when everything you dare to touch is set on fire and all
Birth Certificate, Goma, DRC
Johana Amani: I lost my birth certificate while fleeing for safety from my home country Congo, DRC. I never thought I would lose my sense of belonging
Bowl, Central African Republic
Mariamou’s Abdoulye: It’s called tummude and we use it to hold milk. In the Fulani tradition we use it every morning to milking our cows or where we carry the […]
Shirt, Makamba, Burundi
Olive Bukuru: This was the shirt I was wearing when my family first got on the 1st bus from Nduta Camp to another camp to be screened before we arrived […]