Just over a year ago, I watched in horror from my window as Taliban gunmen appeared on the corner of the street in my beloved Kabul. Now, a year on, I am writing this from my desk in my family’s new home in London. We have our own walls to paint, a kitchen to prepare meals in, my young niece has her own bed. From my window I can see our new neighbourhood and can finally dream of new horizons for me and my family.
For the past year, after the terror, chaos and shock of our evacuation from our homeland by the UK government, we have been living in a state of limbo in a hotel in central London, along with 400 other Afghans who also found themselves refugees overnight.
