Author: Zable Arnold
She sits by a table in black robes and black hijab, a short, rotund woman, spherical almost. She leans forward, palms facing upwards, fingers curling, as if imploring. Her hand gestures are expansive, her amber eyes alight with expectation and gentle fury, and she is saying:
'When the boat went down, I saw everything. I am like a camera. I cannot forget anything. I want people to know what happened. I want people to know we are human. Maybe that is why I am alive, to tell the story of the boat, to tell about the children and their dreams, the women and their dreams, to tell of the men, what happened to them in my country. And why the Iraqi people want to escape, why we have to take this boat to save our life, to save our family. Maybe this is why I did not die in the ocean.'