After all my veil does not cover my intellect nor taint my achievements
Maryam
32 years old · PhD student · From Mashhad, Iran
Maryam is a confident, strong woman who proudly kept her religious identity by
practicing full Hijab through two rounds of exclusion: first at Tehran University,
where she was sidelined as a Chadori woman, and then in Canada, where she encountered
a new form of the same pressure. In Canada, she found herself excluded not only from
local communities but also from many Iranian communities abroad, labeled as
“pro-government” simply for wearing hijab.
“I’m tired of explaining myself to some ignorant people… tired of
being stared at in the buses, trains, and gyms, like I shouldn’t exercise like
other people. It’s a multicultural country and women like me are still dealing
with racism.”
The stares did not change her. Maryam sees Hijab as part of who she is and refuses to
let societal pressure reshape her identity. Her goal is not to change herself to fit
Canada — it is to change how Canada sees Iranians and Muslims.
Since being cut from the reed bed I was born in, I'm lamenting my fate… Looking for
a companion, a heart broken by longing, someone to hear my story of longing for
belonging.
— Rumi
Farhad
33 years old · PhD in Computing Science · From Tehran, Iran
Farhad is an outgoing, politically engaged software developer who was active in
Iran’s 2009 presidential protests. After being investigated by the government,
he left Iran seeking freedom — only to discover new forms of exclusion in Canada. When
his parents applied for a visa to attend his graduation, they were rejected. Not for
any personal reason. Because they were Iranian.
“I came to Canada to get rid of the social and political pressures in my
country. They got rejected just because we are Iranians… if I was a German
international student then I had the right to see my parents.”
His view of Canada as a “peaceful and welcoming country” cracked further
on his PhD convocation day, when a stranger on the train told him to “get back
to your country.” Despite years in Canada, the idea of returning to his roots
prevailed in every moment of his life abroad.
No matter what they take from me, they can't take away my identity or my dignity.
Palestinian am I.
— Edna Yaghi
Borhan
24 years old · Undergraduate in Biology · Born in Jordan, Palestinian roots
Borhan is a funny, energetic young man who discovered his Palestinian identity at age
10, when he saw his father crying over news footage of a Palestinian boy killed by
soldiers. That moment changed everything. Born in Jordan, raised in the Emirates, he
considers himself neither Jordanian nor Emirati — but proudly, fiercely Palestinian.
“Look at this… this is the Palestinian map where you will never find
Palestine, it’s just called Israel. It’s just like my homeland does not
exist anymore. So I always think that I need to revive Palestine first, to have it
exist, and then to think about getting back there.”
Borhan wants to become a doctor in Canada — not as a final destination, but as a
stepping stone. His plan has never changed: return home and help his people. Canada is
the path, not the ending.
Have you found a place in the world yet? Perhaps just that one where you can
belong?
— Joel Lee
Olaa
30 years old · Master's graduate · Born in Amman, Jordan, Palestinian refugee family
Olaa’s father was forced to flee Gaza after the 1967 war. She grew up stateless
in Jordan — a Palestinian refugee picked on at school and pushed to the margins. Her
mother refused to let that define her daughter’s future. She pushed Olaa to be
the brightest student in her class, and Olaa became exactly that: an activist for
refugee rights who eventually earned admission to the University of Alberta.
“They took our lands, took our culture, and took our Palestinian
identity… we are not a nation with a state anymore and this is
horrendous.”
Canada is her first and only real home — the first place she could finally fit in and
experience peace. She is dedicated to reviving Palestinian identity by retelling her
stories. For Olaa, storytelling is not memory. It is resistance.
I bandage my heart with a woman's patience in adversity… as she rises from the
banquets of death and carries on shepherding life's rituals.
— Najat Abdul Samad
Sarah
22 years old · International Relations at UBC · Born in Syria, raised in Saudi Arabia
Sarah grew up in a Syrian household in Saudi Arabia, always planning to return home —
until war destroyed that dream. She watched the pressure of being Arab abroad reshape
the people around her. Her own brother changed his Arabic name after being repeatedly
questioned at airports. The world told him his name was a problem, and eventually he
believed it.
“The way the world treats Arab people makes them hate who they are and where
they come from. While my brother is ashamed of being an Arab, I have found myself
grounded. I know what I want and value the culture and the place I come from.”
Sarah chose the opposite path. She is a political activist who refuses to apologize
for her origins. Where her brother hid, she stood firm — determined to show the West
that Middle Eastern people carry strong morals, deep ethics, and rich cultural
traditions.
Syria is my land. Syria is my identity. I am a son of this land, like the
olives.
— Youssef Abu Yihea
Adnan
29 years old · Master's in Engineering at SFU · Born in Saudi Arabia, Syrian-Kurdish
roots
Born to a Kurdish father and a Syrian mother, Adnan was raised in the rigid class
system of Saudi Arabia. He was bullied for his accent, his clothing, his food —
everything that marked him as different. His father spent a lifetime working far from
home, saving everything to return to his olive tree lands in Syria. The war destroyed
those lands and every plan built around them.
“My dad is 78 years old. He saved all his money working far from his home to get
back to his root… But our lands were attacked in the war. Now we have nothing
but a destructed historic land, the fear for our extended family, and the loss of
hope.”
In Vancouver, Adnan found new barriers: social isolation, closed circles that would
not let him in. But his goal has not changed. He wants to make Canada the home he
could never make in Saudi Arabia — a place where he finally belongs.
I wonder who will tell the loved ones that we have not forgotten them, that we in
exile live nourished by their memory.
— Muḥammad al-Qaysī
Nada & Farooq
Sister (32) & Brother (30) · Master's students · Born in Baghdad, Iraq
Nada and Farooq are siblings displaced twice — first from Baghdad to Syria when the
2003 war destroyed their father’s city, then from Syria to Canada when the 2011
unrest erupted. Their father, a university professor, had a heart attack during the
war. The shattered health system in Syria nearly cost his life. The family carried
that fear across every border.
“You left your home because you wanted to be safe. Then you came here and got
involved in daily struggles as a Middle Eastern Muslim student. You try hard to feel
belonged… but suddenly you remember that you are not wanted here if you
don’t have a status. You can’t get back there and can’t stay here.
It’s like a dead end.”
— Farooq
Farooq sees a dead end. Nada sees the same reality and draws a line under it:
“Enough is enough. I’m done with displacement and resettlement. I want
to work hard to make Canada my home.”
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