Twice while in Goreme I have been pleased to meet a woman with very good English working in a shop. When I have started chatting to them it turns out they are Iranian refugees. Both were gorgeous, young and vivacious and hoping to arrive eventually in another western country (Canada or Australia).
One woman was threatened by their local Mullah as she and her family are of the Baha’i faith, not Muslim. Because she didn’t hide this fact she had to leave Iran.
She has a job and place to live here in Turkey and says how peaceful and non-judgemental the Turkish people are.
An amazing story, and there are plenty of Iranian refugees here. Her family is still in Iran, but is also now experiencing trouble she said.
With both of them I was struck by their positive attitudes and the gratitude they expressed to be here and on their way to a life of freedom.
My, how lucky we are in New Zealand and how much we take for granted…