You are probably wondering how do I have all these old pictures of my family when we had to abandon our house with barely the clothes on our back. After all there was no digital storage or files in those days.
The story is that when we became refugees and were under the protection of the United Nations, a kind officer volunteered to take my mother to our house to reclaim some of our lost possessions. It would have been too dangerous for my father to go along since men were being indiscriminately targeted. My mother was brave enough to venture out and visited our vandalized home in Adamjee Nagar. During this visit, she found the house completely torn apart and looted. All our possessions were scattered on the floor and the furniture was trashed. She found these pictures strewn across the floor and picked them up.
I have kept all these pictures in my green little suitcase over the years and I am finally sharing them with you.
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