ISTANBUL
Mar 03, 2022
3 minutes
t was the summer of 2015 and my family had just moved from Cairo to Turkey, for my latest posting as a Middle East correspondent for newspaper. I was walking my three-year-old daughter to school through the cobbled streets of Istanbul when we saw a painting of Aylan Kurdi, a Syrian refugee boy of her age, his lifeless body lying on a Turkish beach. Aylan’s picture had recently made headlines after he drowned in the sea trying to
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