Friendship

Here is a story from our education tool, Refugees In Our City.  To read more stories visit: www.refugeesinourcity.org

When I first moved here, going to school was difficult.  Kids were very mean to me.  They teased me, stared at me and asked weird questions. They asked if I had hair under my hijab (they thought I was bald)!  They asked me if I ate from the trash in Africa.  They called me a rainbow because of all the bright colors I wore.  But there was one girl.  She was “assigned” to me to shadow when I first moved here. She taught me some English and how to figure out where to go and what to do.  She was kind to me; she was a friend to me.  And she made all the difference!