I really enjoyed this. As an immigrant to Australia myself, (over two thirds of a lifetime ago) so much of this struck chords with me, it was very personal.
I was only 15 when I came, with my parents and sister and brothers, so I didn’t face the same things Zia did, but I recognise her feelings. I feel them. I feel like she could be my friend.

I didn’t want to stop reading, although I had to. There are things we have to do in our lives. For ourselves, and those we care about.
I have loved sharing this part of Zias life, and would love to know more about where she went from here.