I use prayer beads every day, all the time when I can and when I feel like it. Not only in the mosque but also on the bus, at home and at work. These actually belong to my brother but we share everything as what belongs to him belongs to me. We are family.
I bought these in Chincheros in Cuzco, Peru. They are made by Incan women from remote communities who sell them to help raise their families. I bought this little pottery bowl when I was a child living in Independencia in Peru and it came with me to England because it reminds me of my origins.
This bag was a present from a friend who brought it back from Colombia last August and gave it to me for my seventy- second birthday. It was handwoven on a loom by the Wayuu, the indigenous people of Colombia. It’s special to me because it reminds me of my country.
My sister who lives in Germany bought this dress for my daughter Ginda when she was seven months old. It was perfect for her because she likes to be a princess. My family comes from Aleppo in Syria. We are a big family; I have six brothers and five sisters and we all live in different countries. In my heart I feel that I will never be able to return to Syria.
