Laura Waddington

/Diary

“The kindness of the men in the tiny store where I eat foul for breakfast. Every morning they blast Fairuz from a beaten-up CD player, like scores of restaurants, shops, and taxi drivers across the city. I wake up to the sound of some of my favourite songs: Zaali Tawal, Wahdon, Kifak inta. She has the voice of an angel.”

The Iraqi Suitcase by Laura Waddington