At my friend’s citizenship ceremony, I was moved by the quiet pride in the faces of new Australians | Shadi Khan Saif
By Shadi Khan Saif

Belonging didn’t start that day. The event recognised what had already been lived, the years of steadily building lives

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/jun/23/australia-citizenship-ceremony-ntwnfb

#Australiancitizenship #Australianimmigrationandasylum #Australianews #Migration #Australianpolitics #Melbourne #Refugees #ShadiKhanSaif

At my friend’s citizenship ceremony, I was moved by the quiet pride in the faces of new Australians

Belonging didn’t start that day. The event recognised what had already been lived, the years of steadily building lives

The Guardian

At my friend’s citizenship ceremony, I was moved by the quiet pride in the faces of new Australians | Shadi Khan Saif
By Shadi Khan Saif

Belonging didn’t start that day. The event recognised what had already been lived, the years of steadily building lives

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/jun/23/australia-citizenship-ceremony-ntwnfb

#Australiancitizenship #Australianimmigrationandasylum #Australianews #Migration #Australianpolitics #Melbourne #Refugees #ShadiKhanSaif

At my friend’s citizenship ceremony, I was moved by the quiet pride in the faces of new Australians

Belonging didn’t start that day. The event recognised what had already been lived, the years of steadily building lives

The Guardian

Cassette tapes were the voice notes of my youth, bringing tales from the diaspora to our living room | Shadi Khan Saif
By Shadi Khan Saif

A Melbourne exhibition summons memories of my family gathering to listen to stories from distant relatives

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/jun/11/cassette-tapes-voice-notes-of-my-youth

#Family #Cassettetape #Afghanistan #Pakistan #Technology #Refugees #Migration #SouthandcentralAsia #Australianews #ShadiKhanSaif

Cassette tapes were the voice notes of my youth, bringing tales from the diaspora to our living room

A Melbourne exhibition summons memories of my family gathering to listen to stories from distant relatives

The Guardian
Let me explain, my dear son, why I left you in Afghanistan. Hang in there, I have not given up

I remember you humming like a bulbul in our back yard in Kabul. When you are finally given a visa you will see there are all sorts of colourful birds here in Melbourne

The Guardian