This week I had the privilege of meeting an extraordinary man. And I met him during one of the most extraordinary periods of his life.
Saeed Massarwe intended to visit Australia later this year. He and daughter Ruba wanted to see the country that Ruba’s sister, Aiia, would call home for the next twelve months. Massarwe won’t, however, spend time in Melbourne’s iconic laneway cafes, in the sunshine-filled parks of the inner north, nor walking along the pier at St Kilda beach. He has not come to Australia for a holiday. He has come to accompany his daughter’s coffin home.