We were in Asda – me, my wife and our baby son – when the email arrived telling me the Home Office was giving us leave to remain. They’d refused it at first, and we were appealing, but suddenly they changed their minds: they are going to grant us refugee status.
I shouted my wife’s name in the middle of the aisle. I took her hand and raised my other hand in the air. We picked up our son from the pram and kissed him, and we both started to cry. People were watching – they must have thought: “What’s going on with that family?” We didn’t care. We were celebrating. We were so happy, so grateful.
