Sulaiman Addonia

Sulaiman S.M.Y. Addonia (Tigrinya: ሱላእማን ኣድዶንኣ; born 1974) is a British author who also works at a creative writing academy for refugees.[2] He lived in refugee camps from the age of two years old until he received asylum in England x in 1990.https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sulaiman_Addonia&action=edit Quotes It was like taking a hammer to the home I had built in the Arabic language word by word, over many years in Sudan and Saudi Arabia. My increasing strength in English correlated negatively with my Arabic. The more I felt at home in English, the less Arabic felt like one. So much so that learning a new language was to acquire a new wound. Multilingualism meant multi-wounding.https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1559922.Sulaiman_Addonia?hl=en-US#:~:text=It%20was%20like%20taking%20a%20hammer%20to,acquire%20a%20new%20wound.%20Multilingualism%20meant%20multi%2Dwounding. I felt accepted by the English language even as British people had trouble acknowledging my existence...” https://lithub.com/the-wound-of-multilingualism-on-surrendering-the-languages-of-home/?hl=en-US#:~:text=It%20was%20a%20stream%20inside%20me%2C%20running,British%20people%20had%20trouble%20acknowledging%20my%20existence Here, I wasn't a refugee, or an asylum seeker, or an immigrant, or a scar on the consciences of Europeans, or an open wound in the chest of my mother. Here, I was just a writer. And a human being.https://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1559922.Sulaiman_Addonia?hl=en-US#:~:text=I%20didn't%20choose%20for%20my%20job%20to,My%20Mother%20Tongue.%20Tags%3A%20judgement%2C%20secrets%2C%20truth. I didn't choose for my job to be a secret, Nasnet said. It's ironic, though. Society makes it so and then they try to oust you and ostracize you for the secret they have demanded and imposed in the first place. All women are fighters... It is just that we fight different wars. My mother carrying a gun doesn't make her stronger than your mother, who's been fighting for you since your father left. First we root our sensibility in the camp, and with each seed sown a bit of that fear is stripped off.” “Our playfulness was our painkiller in that place of scarcity.https://www.litnet.co.za/african-library-silence-is-my-mother-tongue-by-sulaiman-addonia/?hl=en-US#:~:text=To%20the%20girls%20%E2%80%93%20my%20playmates%20in,giving%20up.%20This%20book%20is%20for%20you. References