Naila
I always loved this pearl necklace of my grandmother’s. She gave it to me when I was sixteen and I treasure it because it reminds me of her. One day I will pass it on to my granddaughter.
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Nawras
My Mum bought this dress, with the scarf and little trousers for my daughter Hadija from Kabul in Afghanistan. It’s very traditional with its bright colours and mirrors but unfortunately my daughter was too big to wear it. I’m keeping it anyway.
New Statesman – “It breaks down barriers”: The museum that moved into a south London shopping centre (27/02/2020)
A New Statesman feature on the Migration Museum’s move to Lewisham Shopping Centre and our ongoing search for a permanent home.
Nezhia Ankach
Reading coffee grounds is a tradition from my country, Cyprus. We used to call out of the window in the mornings before breakfast and take it in turns to gather round in each other’s houses. Now we get together here and it’s become a daily ritual again. We always use white Turkish coffee cups like this one, as the coffee patterns have to show up clearly. After we drink the coffee, we swirl the liquid round and flip the coffee cup into the saucer and leave it for a few minutes so that the sediment slides down and makes the final pattern. Aliya read the grounds for me in this cup. She told me I was going to get some happy news and that I was going on a plane journey soon.