starving for justice

For the next 3 days my brother and I will be joining the hunger strike in solidarity with the Darwin protesters (our friend is one of them). A few people seem perplexed that I’m doing this and I will write about my reasons soon enough in a longer piece. A journalist in Darwin has already contacted us about it.

But mostly we need immediate action for the Iranian asylum seeker on the brink of death. He has been on an extended hunger strike for more than 89 days. He is wheelchair bound. He has lost 40% of his body weight and his organs are eating his body. He has been in detention for four years now and he has given up all hope. Whenever I hear about his case, I think of my friend and how he is now 9 days into the hunger strike and how similar their cases are. I think about how much he wishes for his freedom and how much he regrets ever coming to Australia, save for the fact that he got to know ‘so many kind Australian people, the best people in the world’.

I know the precarious mental state these men are in and I know the callousness, the cruelty and the depths to which this government can sink. And I can’t live with that. I don’t want to know anyone who can. I am so deeply ashamed of my country.

When the world and future generations ask what we did to stop these atrocities, our answer should be ‘everything’.

You can support me in a number of ways – by donating to one of the tireless organisations in support of asylum seekers and refugees. The Asylum Seeker Resource Centre (ASRC) would be an excellent start. You can write letters. You can post about what’s happening. You can make some noise. I would greatly appreciate any and all efforts.

Thank you.

Trifles for a massacre

This is so excellent.

Idiot Joy Showland

Who is it that threatens free speech? When the French government bans all Gaza solidarity demonstrations at the height of a vicious massacre in Palestine, it’s not a threat to freedom of speech: it’s a public safety measure. When the French state bans Muslim women from wearing the veil in public, it’s not a threat to freedom of speech: it’s a defence of secularism. When fanatical Zionists plant a bomb under the car of a French Jewish journalist who won’t toe the party line on Israel, it’s not a threat to freedom of speech: it’s a criminal act, certainly, but not an existential threat to the general ability for you or for me to say whatever we want. In the UK newspaper offices are raided by spies and kids are sent to prison for burning artificial poppies; this isn’t a threat to free speech either. It’s strange. The capitalist state…

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All The Things I Learnt From Forcing Myself To Be Single For A Year

Hoo-boy. The big one. This is the big one.

It’s the first of January in 2014. My best friend awkwardly tags along with my boyfriend and I as we trek to a rocky beach, infamous among the local hipsters. I personally can’t stand the whole set up of the place, which is probably why it’s incidentally become the ‘Setting For At Least Two of My Major Break-ups’.

Long story short: after a series of tumultuous, stress-inducing, gut-wrenching fights, I finally gave in and ended things with that boyfriend. He claims it was as though I literally dumped him in the ocean, and in many ways, that’s exactly how it happened. When I emerged from the salty water, I did not feel cleansed, or relieved or lighter or even free. The stress of that short-lived relationship did more damage on my psyche than I realised. Like previous relationships before it, it would not end there. The emotional toll would linger like an unwanted nightmare, often for another 6 months, 9 months, sometimes even a year, through unwanted contact, emotionally abusive behaviour, guilt trips and more. I was tired of this routine.

My friends watched all of this unfold, knowing that it had only been a year prior to this that I had battled with another serious and drawn out break up that lasted longer than the relationship itself (patterns!) December was fast becoming the annual break up month for me. What it meant is that regardless of whether I was the one breaking hearts (usually), or if it was my heart being broken (that one fucking time), I always found myself on the shittier side of Christmas, getting inordinately drunk on whisky and wandering how I kept finding myself in these sad situations.

And so it was that on that day, on the first day of January 2014, I turned to my cousin and best friend Melissa and I declared:

‘One year. I’m taking one year off. I’m going to be single for a year’.

She laughed at me and said,

‘Yeah right, see you at your impromptu wedding in six months’

I wanted to HAW HAW at this, however she had a point. I often made these dramatic declarations and then a month later, some poor idiot would fall in love and I’d make excuses as to why I had to give them a chance, before tripping and falling into a spiral of never-ending male tears and me desperately and awkwardly patting them on the back and simultaneously trying to be free again.

And so I write this on the 22nd of December in 2014, fully confident that I have succeeded in my mission.

And here’s what I have learnt:

  1. You will not realise how liberated you are until that one day when you realise you haven’t thought about relationships or dating or anyone in particular for the last six weeks.

Then you will feel truly free. Those moments are rare. The ideas, the possibilities, the potentials, the flirting, the dates — all of this will still consume you, even if you try to avoid them, even if you make this promise to yourself. It will still be hard. It will still be painful. But those small pockets of liberation will make it all worth it. Just wait for those gasps of air and you’ll be breathing again soon.

  1. You will realise how much you don’t see your friends even in this state.

A lot of people like to claim that relationships impact friendships.

‘Oh we never see such and such ever since they did that thing where they fell in love and became really happy all of sudden and just disappeared, like what is up with that man?’ — and to this I say: be happy for them, you idiots! Love — when it’s real (and if they’ve disappeared in a state of fluttery happiness, let me tell you, that is as real as it gets) then you should congratulate them with the force field of a thousand magnets! BE HAPPY FOR THEM. The reality is that even in this state of forced singleness, I didn’t suddenly see all of my friends, or find myself with so much to do. My life was still exactly the same. It still came down to me to contact people, to make time for my friends and remember the people I wanted to have in my life. This is important to keep in mind. Don’t forget to maintain things. Plants, people, all of it.

  1. Dating is fucking hard.

I remember 2011 very clearly. I was a bloody trojan horse of dating. I was wheeled into their lives, only to surprise emerge in the early hours of dawn to attack their pulsating hearts. I was a nightmare unto every man. Most of them probably should have seen it coming, but I had discovered this liberated thing called, ‘oh hey I can date some of you jerks and not fall in love or want to be with you or ever have to see you again!’ It was a great time all round. And it was easy. I was getting asked out here and there. The problem was just deciding who was worth the time and who wasn’t.

ENTER 2014. Something has changed. What is it? That discerning process. This, ‘do I really want to spend six hours pretending to care about what this person has to say? thing. And it becomes really fucking difficult all of a sudden. Less and less people make the cut. Everyone is annoying. People you actually like or might be attracted to are either not available or wouldn’t notice you if you fell out of the sky and onto their plates. Are you wearing an invisibility cloak? What the hell is going on, when did this get so hard!

What you learn from this however, is how you still need to say no as often as you bloody well want. Do not feel obliged. Do not make massive concessions. Do not get desperate. Trust your gut instinct. Know what you want. Just because there are less options this is not more reason to whittle down and settle for one of those little stragglers. It’s even more incentive to keep saying no until you finetune what is is you bloody well want. It is hard, and you should probably not force it.

There could be a person out there whose eye you will catch and who will want to be with you in return. I can’t guarantee it, but it’s very fucking likely. Wait for that moment. Seriously. Whatever the moment is and however long it takes, it’s coming for you.

  1. Even in your darkest moments you will doubt yourself, you will believe you are incapable of loving or being loved.

You will see yourself as unworthy. This is false ego talking. Ignore that voice. It’s a liar. Most recently, towards the end of all of this, I began to have such massive doubts about myself. I didn’t know what made me ‘me’ anymore. I didn’t know why anyone would want to be me with me. Everything I had always thought about myself was cast aside. I even forgot momentarily that I had imposed this relationship ban on myself! I seemed to suddenly think that I had gotten to this point because I no longer had any choice or control. Instead it was just that my standards had gotten higher and I had been saying no to almost everyone. And even though that one guy I said yes to, eventually said no to me, that should count for nothing but a blimp on the horizon of this experience. No more importance should be attributed to that little bit of nothingness. Realising that is impossibly difficult. But it’s an important thing to remember. When they say no, there is a reason for it that has nothing to do with you. Accept it and move on your little tricycle of single power.

  1. It’s not just the high standards or the Official Year Off from dating that led you here. It’s the exhaustion of love and commitment.

The idea of being around someone for more than 24 hours, now induces a kind of tedium in me. I don’t know if that’s because a) I have not fallen in love this year or b) the last time I fell in love, I was delusional and naive and have since learnt my lesson or c) whether that is just how I am in general.

But I have now learnt to listen to that inner voice and to respect what my instincts are telling me. It doesn’t matter that you once felt this feeling of intense love before — the truth is you have not felt that way since then and you might never feel that way again. The important thing is to acknowledge those feelings for what they were at the time and then put them away forever. Whatever form it re-emerges in, this love thing, you will know it at the time and it will not be the feeling of ‘get the hell away from me and please stop talking to me and why are you even still here, ugh not another text message’, no that is the opposite of that.

  1. There is a difference between ‘Not Dating Anyone’ and ‘Dating Yourself’.

This year I did the former, not the latter. ‘There Was No One In My Life’ would have been the headline of the year, rather than the more important, imperative and actual goal of the year of ‘There Was No One But Fuck Yeah Because It Wasn’t About Them, It Was All About Me, Amen’. I wish I had spent half the time I spent worrying about being alone, actually spent worrying about myself — how to be better, how to deal with crisis, how to deal with stress, what was I doing with my career, am I even writing again? I kind of dealt with those things but not as much as I could have. I needed to be kinder to myself, give myself some much needed TLC, both the band and the acronym.

One of the most outstanding things I have always felt and noticed from the last time I was in love, was that I missed how I was when things were good. I missed the growth and development that a good relationship has on you. How you become a better person, how they help you grow and teach you new things and you genuinely feel like you come out the other end all the better for it. These are all traits you can still have when you Date Yourself. Realising that makes it all the easier to deal with your life.

  1. Loneliness is Powerful

Oh what a feeling- Loneliness (Toyota theme song jingle revised)

Look, loneliness is something I have felt most strongly while in good relationships. It’s something we all feel, all the time. And there’s no band-aid solution here. It is part of life. The biggest thing for me is being away from family and friends. I feel loneliness in that most strongly. The loneliness of not having a partner is almost incidental in comparison. Learning to live with this feeling, not to overcome it or overpower it, but to gently usher it in like a small duck coming in from a pond, that is the most powerful feeling. Embracing your loneliness. Living side by side with it. Acknowledging it. Understanding it. It’s also a sign that you are capable of recognising that feeling — because you are stopping to hear the silence, because you are not throwing yourself into distractions or meaninglessness. You are looking for meaning and maybe not finding it and that’s okay. It’s okay to sit with yourself in that silent solitude and still try to listen for the music. What you do next is what matters. How you rebuild, how you search for the right people to surround yourself with, or if that fails because there is genuinely absolutely no one, finding ways to make meaning anyway — to create something, to be driven by passion or something else that only you can access.

  1. Right After The Gut-wrenching Feelings of Devastation, The First Thought You’ll Have When You Learn About Your Ex-Bf’s New Girlfriend Will Be One Of Regret: ‘I have wasted this year because he won, he found someone first’

Of course, this is the most ridiculous thing you will ever think. But you will feel like you wasted time. You will feel like you woke up from a coma, and that invisible contract you thought you and all your closest ‘cool’ friends had unwittingly signed, had now been broken, that everyone had gone off and settled or done grown up things while you were out cold in your comatose and they forgot to send you the updated memo. You will question everything. Was it the right decision to cast love aside for a year? Did I miss out on something? How can I suddenly start again? How did my ex beat me to it? My friends really do have great things going on, man I’m happy for them, BUT OH MY GOD DEATH IS AROUND THE CORNER AND NO ONE LOVES ME.

And instead, you need to acknowledge how these feelings have even come to pass. They are coming from a place of severe insecurity, self doubt and self loathing. A genuine place of fear. But that does not make them valid thoughts. It will simply take the attention of one young. attractive, sweet and caring individual, who thinks you are the sexiest person alive, to suddenly debunk all of those thoughts in a heartbeat (thank you Sweet Baby Faced Boy Who Could Be The 6th One Direction Member And Who Gets Excited About Food And What Do You Mean He Speaks Spanish).

But look, regardless of whether someone does show up to the party armed with a bottle of your tailored VALIDATION POTION, the reality is that time is not wasted, there is no rush. You didn’t lose a year in the void. You actually figured out a few things. Mostly you figured out what you *DON’T* want and in so many ways, that’s more important than thinking you know what you do want. You actually have no idea because you haven’t met enough people yet. What are you doing reading this stupid thing, go out and meet people!

  1. Nothing Was Right This Year

Nothing was working out. Everything was falling apart. And in my utter moments of despair, I could have settled. I could have so easily settled. My God. I could have settled like a god damn English Colonial Settler grasping for any available square pocket of land with a tiny flag, land that did not belong to me, how dare I take it from the natives etc. etc. But I did not, no I did not, no sir no!

I mean sure, at one point I developed intense feelings for at least two very important people, but there was always reluctance from one or both parties, for strange and questionable reasons (we live together, I live far away, you’re my friend’s friend and I’m scared he’ll hate me if I date you, I’m really worried I might hurt you, I don’t even know who I am WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME GEEZ). And these are great reasons to be welcomed! Because if they were truly right in every way, you would not have to fight for it and those reasons to not date you would not exist.

Hell, I once made the excuse that someone was way too nice to me and so I was convinced he was a serial killer and I legitimately had to talk myself out of these thoughts. I am the queen of shitty, figment-of-the-imagination, excuses. There is a reason I keep making them that has nothing to do with truth about the other person. You have to see things from their perspective. You have to give people the benefit of the doubt. Everyone deserves a chance.


“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”

― Nayyirah Waheed

  1. I was never very good at relationships.

The hardest part of this year was looking at people who were good at them. People who made things work. Who sacrificed shit and put aside their stupidities and who made commitments to things and who persevered through the self doubt and the dramas and the tragedies. I had always thought I was good. I was a good girlfriend on paper and I did everything right. But I also did things so very wrong. In a way I had always acted exactly like my ex did when he broke my heart. All my relationships have been some kind of mega karmic revenge in that one moment. I had it coming and it fucking sucked. And for some reason I never really thought about what it meant to basically have done the exact same thing to everyone I had dated previously. The best thing you can do to rectify this is forgive yourself, forgive others and always, always, always aim for kindness in every situation. If you have acted with kindness, you have already won.

  1. When I was younger, I was almost 99% certain that the boys who were attracted to me were mostly attracted to my looks.

This is a really hard thing to reconcile with as an adult noticing such drastic changes to her body and her appearance. It makes you question your value, your worth and your sustainability as you get on. How will you meet new people going forward? What is your strategy here? I never bothered checking the fine print clause. Yeah sure, I probably hooked in some fish with my looks bait, but the only way to reel them is with something more, what kept them around or drove them crazy or made them pursue me really intensely, was intelligence. Not always, but it mattered to some, to the ones that should have counted. I was appreciated for my personality too — not always of course. But for a good portion of the time, yes. This is not something that has changed dramatically in this time. I am still more or less that person, I just don’t always feel confident enough to be her, to express her fully.

And it is not okay to suddenly dismiss years of cultivating that awesome person you really want to be, just because an ex boyfriend made that one comment about your thighs being too big, or another boyfriend said he wasn’t attracted to you anymore. Fucking forget those fucking comments they are as useless as Tony Abbott’s Ministry for Women.

You are a fucking mega babe, did you know that? Yes, you yes all of you (not you Tony, you’re an arsehole). Basically you have to start seeing your entire worth for the long haul. It’s not staring back at you on the surface. Dig deeper, there’s a you in there that deserves the right love.

  1. The reason I did not emerge from that salty breakup ocean back in January 2014, free and unencumbered, light as a feather or relieved, is that I had not yet learnt the art of letting go.

Sure I had in some ways let go of one or multiple toxic relationships from my life. But there is a difference between letting go of something obviously toxic, and letting go of everything you’ve been unwittingly holding onto for the last decade, things you didn’t realise were toxic. I don’t know that I have entirely let go of that thing now, but I am working on it. I am starting to recognise what my fists are still so tightly clenched around. Little things will grab you — like how the other night I met someone who intrigued me enough to captivate my attention for a few hours, a situation I didn’t entirely loathe. That was enough to keep me awake all night thinking about how different people inspire different things in us, people we never imagined could enter our lives, let alone have an impact on them.

And so the next day I walked with a different kind of purpose. I was no longer looking for one thing or for many things or looking to avoid things. I was simply free of expectation. I walked with open hands held high saying, I surrender to the void. I will let things happen and unfold naturally. I won’t hold them to weird standards or force things or analyse or obsess or cry or question or dwell on the past. I will let go. I will free myself. I will re-focus my energies on what matters. This at the very least, was the most important lesson of all.

Most of all I have learnt this:

‘Commitment is not the opposite of freedom, but the underpinning of unconditional love. Making a true commitment — to a partner, an organization, an ideal — is the most freeing thing one can do.’

This is true. But it’s about committing to real love and not some figment of your imagination.

Be smart, take no shit and above all else, be strong — show strength and just kill it in 2015.

just don’t panic

The ghost of my life came back to tell me he had met someone else.
You may remember him from such tales as this one or maybe even this slightly sadder one.
For the first time in two years, the first time since us, he has finally felt this way again about someone else, someone new, someone I had seen a year ago and said ‘I think that’s someone you’re going to maybe love’ (I don’t know how I knew).
He said two things that stuck with me.
He said it will never be the same as what we had.
He said he will always love me.
I sent a screenshot of it to the best person I have ever known because I wasn’t sure how to put the words together in a way that made sense, although I was able to accurately and succinctly recall the story of how we started talking again (a photo with a date in the corner, marking it as exactly two years to the day but I didn’t see the date at first, I only thought it was a funny, weird looking photo with an old photo but two young souls staring back awkwardly).
He wrote back in a heartbeat.
‘I know that feeling. It’s just a feeling you’re feeling now.
‘This too will pass’
‘If you have to cry, cry’
‘Just don’t panic’
It was everything I needed to hear in that moment. With his permission, I burst into tears almost immediately but was done in minutes.
I didn’t panic. Instead, I felt strangely happy and elated. I was so incredibly happy for him. This was beautiful news! He was better. He had gotten past his demons. He could finally move on.
Boys that came before him still haven’t said those words to me (I feel this way with someone new). I wait for them to, hope that they will, pray that they will but they don’t. Maybe it’s not necessary to tell me. But maybe they haven’t. They still smile at me with nostalgia, still call, still write, still hope.
But this time, the chapter finished, the book has closed.
I had always thought this news would unravel me but I was already so unraveled, that there was no ball of wool left, only strings drawn out across a balcony.
Instead, this news had a strange, cathartic effect. I felt myself being wound up again, tightly knit together, safe, nestled.
‘You were lost before?’ someone implied.
He was such a big part of my life, my development. Like the moon, he ruled my emotions. He showed me a different way of existing that I could get on board with. And when he left, I could not replicate that, could not stand on my own. I was stubborn. It didn’t feel right, it wasn’t the same, how was I supposed to go on?
But now…? Something has awoken in me that has been dormant for two years. This craving. This desire. This need. This insatiable thirst for everything to happen all at once. To not blink, to not miss what’s in front of me.
Why haven’t I been writing? I mean I always wasn’t, but especially these last two years.
Has this all been going on without me? Have I been sabotaging myself this whole time?
And all that I’ve been fighting and trying for lately has simply been an attempt to forget, to heal, to feel better. A distraction here. Amnesia there. But nothing worked and so I slumped, gave up, bemoaned, decried, swore off the world.
But now.
A small ripple rises and rises. Engulfs me whole.
What joy to be alive.
What joy.

on forgetting how to breathe

The night air is cool. I am slightly tipsy. I can hear the sounds of the ocean not far from where we’ve pitched our tent. My best friend is nestled beside me in her sleeping bag. I lie awake and upright, anxiety and panic eating away at me after checking my messages and seeing an abusive message from a girl I don’t recognise.

‘Why did you say those things, you could have killed him!’

I call my brother frantically, who reassures me that it’s nothing but gives me the number of the detention centre in Darwin all the same. Shaking, I call and ask for Amir. They ask for the extension number. I give it to them. They put me through. Amir’s smiling voice breaks through the speaker.

‘Sheree. My hero’.

‘Oh god. Are you okay?’

‘Yes I am fine, everything is fine, don’t worry’.

‘Your girlfriend sent me a message! I didn’t even know you HAD a girlfriend man’.

He laughs and tells me not to worry. She is just beside herself is all. She thought her boyfriend was dead. She must not have heard about this new Government of ours. They disappear people now. We talked for a while and my heart has clenched involuntarily.  It’s all too much. He tells me he is grateful that we are fighting for him but he is embarrassed that he is in this situation. He feels ashamed that people know what has happened to him. I try to reassure him that it’s fine, that people need to know so we can get their support. It feels so futile that the shame of being taken back to detention centre is the overwhelming feeling, trumping the reality of being taken back to detention.

We are both so close to the water now, both in small spaces, but I am free, and he is not. Despite the cheer in his voice, he details how they sent him from Villawood to Darwin.

‘One of the guys with me, he tried to run away. They get him, take us both back to detention and hide us in solitary room for the whole day, then next day they take us to airport with 12 security guards’ (your taxes pay their salary). Amir has done nothing wrong but he is punished all the same. And so it goes, his never ending saga continues on and on in this, our fair country.


I was sitting in my therapist’s office when I got the news. The session had just ended and she was booking in my next appointment. ‘Thursday next week?’ I nod absently, staring at the words on my phone. ‘Bad news guys. Amir was taken away to detention just now. His friend has his phone and I’m getting all the info they gave. I spoke to the lawyer, he’s pretty shocked. He didn’t think they would do it’. I look back and see my response.

‘I can’t breathe’. I don’t know how I got through that day. It was all a daze. Since that day my chest has constricted. I feel a weight there, a heaviness. I cannot focus on things. Every little thing I have to do in my life is a burden. Every criticism, every stress, every deadline, every person who I cross paths with, every person who tries to be in my life, anyone who needs things from me – all of it becomes a thing that weighs on my chest. I’ve forgotten how to breathe. I cannot sit still, I cannot be calm – there is a storm inside of me.

My father is sick and I cannot think about that either. He’s strong, I tell myself in a bid to feel better, less guilty. Everything has a way of unraveling. I can’t read the news, unless it is so predictable that is almost has an anaesthetising effect. I cannot relax, I cannot find peace from within. There is an unbridled turbulence. Pressure I used to handle so deftly becomes an overwhelming tidal wave. I feel afraid. I can’t sleep. I worry about everything.

These are things I’ve battled with all my life, only in small, barely noticeable doses. Common quirks, occasional stress, fear, worry, uncertainty. But now they are exploding across my universe. Prior to this, the worst was before I moved overseas. I was plagued with panic attacks from all the things people had said could happen to a girl living on her own in a foreign country. But this is different. I can’t explain what’s happening now, only that I am struggling to get past it. I am speaking to someone. She’s literally teaching me how to breathe again. She gave me the link to a website.

‘No drugs?’ I asked hopefully.

‘This is more effective’

‘But what will fix it right now?’


I think back to 2001. I am 13 and sitting in my English class. Everyone is talking about asylum seekers. Someone asks the teacher his opinion on the issue.

‘I don’t know what the answer is, but I know we should always try to take the most humanitarian path on this issue.’

Those words are burned into my soul, my mantra.

I didn’t intend to become friends with a young man who came here by boat. I didn’t pick someone who came here at the wrong time, who became victim to draconian laws, the criminalisation of innocents and fervent desire to break every humanitarian law in existence. I didn’t ask for it but the universe provided it for me. Maybe they thought I could handle it. Maybe they were wrong. Since the news of Amir’s capture by the Australian government three weeks ago (I had originally written two years ago, might as well), I have not been able to sleep or walk freely through the world without the heavy burden that someone’s life is in limbo, that someone good, kind and strong has been taken from us. I am constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I worry that I am not functioning properly at work, although my colleagues and managers go above and beyond to reassure me that they understand and want to help. But I am the most helpless I have ever been. I am a ghost of my former self. I am putting on a brave face of someone I used to be. The lawyer is currently working on a compassionate appeal to Scott Morrison. People are writing letters of support. I can’t bring myself to read the letters. I can’t bring myself to do anything.

I call Darwin again one night.

There’s no answer.

The phone rings and rings and rings.

Maybe he is sleeping.

they stole our friend from us

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With what little money he had (money he hadn’t already spent on lawyers trying to plead his case for asylum) Amir had decided he would buy me a present for my birthday this year. He gave me a small parcel which contained a bottle of perfume.

‘You really shouldn’t have’.


We met up another time in the city. I said I was going to a protest and he was happy to simply tag along. At first he seemed out of place but he soon got into it, shaking his head and getting upset at what our government was supporting in the Middle East and in Gaza. ‘How can they do this to the people?’ he said, shaking his head solemnly.

The same question terrifies me presently. Every single person I’ve spoken to in the last few weeks, appears to be in a catatonic state of shock at the actions of this government. It is no longer a joke, something to make a mockery of, something to awkwardly bemoan and bitch about. It has become the terrifying realisation that our lives – every single element of our lives – has been and will be affected by these heinous policies and actions. Worst of all, they’ve stopped trying to hide it or sugarcoat it for the public. There’s no one left to woo and win over. There’s no one left to battle. They act with sheer, sickening impunity.

After the protest, Amir and I had lunch in a Japanese restaurant. The concept of ordering from the table on a computer was a novelty for him. He didn’t want to talk about his case with the government. It upset him too much. Instead we spoke about love and how he wants to meet a nice girl. ‘A nice girl like you!’

I sighed and tried my best to explain the concept of a spinster who lives alone forever. He said ‘someone has hurt you’ and it was the truest thing anyone has ever said. ‘You have to let that go’, he said earnestly.

I am trying to, is what I didn’t say.

Amir also told me that day that my brother Matthew was the best guy had ever known and he wished he could be more like him.

I went to the bathroom and upon returning, I realised Amir had already paid for me. He refused my money. I told him I would pay next time and he laughed and said ‘yeah yeah I will pay then too!’

Amir loves this country and its people. But coming here to seek asylum was the single worst decision of his life because of what the government has put him through.

After the church ceremony at my brother’s wedding a few months ago, he came over to me. Still clutching my bouquet of roses, having just walked down the aisle for my new sister-in-law, he told me how his heart stopped when he saw me like that.

Today my heart stopped at the news that they have taken him back to detention. That the kind young man who welcomed us into his home, fed us and laughed with us, will sleep in a foreign place, with nothing to cradle him but uncertainty and fear.

‘Indefinite detention’ are the words I heard someone say today. I don’t understand what this is. How do you sentence an innocent person to life in prison for trying to seek refuge in our country?

The lawyer wrote to us in an email:

‘This is such an unexpected and distressing development.’

and later:

‘It sounds to me that the immigration officer had already decided to detain Amir before he even arrived. What cowards.’

What cowards indeed.

Amir had told me in this interview that if they try to send him back, he’d take his own life.

Any support you can lend to us during this time would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for the kind words to date. We are still trying to figure out what to do next. But so far we are deflated and desperately trying to keep that hope alive.



lonely (alive)

On the first day of this year I broke up with my boyfriend and vowed to stay broken for the entire year.

Breathe in.

It’s almost October.

Breathe out.

It’s almost forever.


Why aspire to brokenness? Well because it is my own brokenness. Nobody decided it would be mine and nobody would own that part of me, or any part of me.

I would be mine and mine alone.

Something I have come to realise in the last year is that it’s very hard to exist in a world as an independent feminist and co-exist with someone. It takes a very particular, very confident, very smart kind of human to complement a powerful woman.

Most people are not that. This year has actually been quite easy for me in a lot of ways.

Retrospectively it’s very easy to look through my crowd of friends and see who was too much woman for whom. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful, strong, confident, daring, free women reduced to stripped back ghosts of their former selves, because to do so would mean keeping some douche happy enough to stay with her.

I really fucking hate that. We need to reframe the way we think about our private relationships. What is the power dynamic here? Do I have any power here, any control? Or have I reduced myself to a caricature just to stay in the game?

It’s easy to forget what you are. I mean really forget yourself. My identity – the person I feel I am today – was carved out of a kind of sadness, a kind of darkness. I had to persevere through a rough patch that lasted years. I had to be strong. I had no other choice.

But it follows you around, the fact that you had to trade something to become whole again, to be a fully formed human. You gave in to that urge, that calling. Here, take this fragment of my soul for peace of mind. Here, take this self-esteem and confidence so I could get through emotionally abusive and controlling relationships.

And so it is that I am here today. Still fragile like a porcelain doll, but as strong as though I had been put back together with steel. And no less determined to see it through to the end. I can’t afford to trade more of my soul for the highly inflated price of contentment. I want more, I want to grab it in my hands and hold it for a while.

I want to trade it all back.

In favour of wholeness.


“i love myself.’

Nayyirah Waheed

might make them angry
it will make
Nayyirah Waheed

“I want to live so densely. lush. and slow in the next few years, that a year becomes ten years, and my past becomes only a page in the book of my life.”
Nayyirah Waheed

it was all about you, anyway.”
Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“Just because someone desires you, it does not mean they value you.

Read it over.


And let those words resonate in your mind.”
Nayyirah Waheed

“the truth is
you were born for you.
you were wanted by you.
you came for you.
you are here for you.
your existence is yours.
Nayyirah Waheed, Nejma

“in our own ways we all break. it is okay to hold your heart outside of your body for days. months. years. at a time. – heal”
Nayyirah Waheed, salt.

“i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else’s.”
Nayyirah Waheed, Nejma


This poet is my everything. I’ve been inhaling her words for the last week.

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”
Nayyirah Waheed

look at how they mock you

Civilisation as we know it will one day cease to exist.
Our entire climate will collapse.
Our grandchildren will not know the world we have known.
We are on the brink of complete annihilation.
There is some kind of deathly virus plague roaming the world’s poorest nation.
The most powerful nation on earth has announced another war in a region that has experienced catastrophic loss of life numbering in the millions, at our hand, and millions of refugees that we deny at our borders and dehumanise, with millions of deaths to follow in this the holocaust of our generation.
But you as a person are told to be afraid of some men in ninja suits who call themselves ISIS and who are funded by Saudi Arabia, the US’s greatest ally in the region.
Look at how they mock you.

‘…sit by an apple tree’

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”


— Faye Travers (The Painted Drum, Louise Erdrich)