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Name
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Aysal Ali
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Age
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21
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Nationality
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Syrian
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Current residence
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Calais refugee camp
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Occupation
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Teacher
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Talents/ skills
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Good English,
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Relationships in scene
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Sister – Maya Ali they have a very close relationship and Maya acts
like a mother to Aysal as she is very nervous in her new environment after
they have been forced away from their home.
The rest of her family has been left behind in Syria
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Short term goals
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Too survive the nights she has spent in the camp without being
attacked because men do not see women on the same level as them
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Long term goals and why
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Get to the UK and spend a peaceful life her becoming a teacher again
this is because off the horror of living in Syria where there are constant
bombing and war.
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Strengths
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She is knowledgeable and know what is going in the world she is
street smart but unable to put this into practice.
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Weaknesses
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Unable to defend herself and she scared of what is out in the world
and prefers her own company so struggle to cope in big crowded situations.
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Introvert/ extrovert
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introvert
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All I want is to get to the UK with Maya to get away from this cruel place to some where in which I can be safe that I can live my life without the fear of people coming to get me or waking up to a gun at my door. I want nothing more but to feel at home and that will be where i'm able to be myself. I miss my mother and father dearly and wish they could have come with us but I know then it would have been harder for us all as it is hard enough for just Maya and I to escape the horror. I think about them every day and being reunited and thats what gets me through it. Just ignoring how every corner I turn there is a new danger always someone who is larking to stop me achieving my dreams. I used to be a teacher you know. Sharing my knowledge with everyone but here i am no one. I'm sad lonely and treated like i'm nothing just for being a women I hurt so much but I cannot fight my corner because i have no chance of surviving this. It feels like an endless pit of despair which I will never get out off. With everyturn my life gets lower and lower and it is impossible to get out.
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