My parents migrated here from Bangladesh and once my father was able, moved to Rural town near the welsh border. He was not welcomed and faced years of local bad attitudes but percevered for the single sole reason of wishing for a good life for his children. I’m a product of that and I couldn’t be prouder. I’m British through and through and I would love to more than anything say I’m proud of my country, but despite this, I feel the antagonistic side of not being white / English. My story is not as exciting as my grandfather’s, who as a Bangladeshi citizen, enlisted into the British foreign army as a medic, who travelled across to another country knowing not a word of English post-war to help rebuild, but it is one that is still being written.

One day, I want to be proud of being British.

-Faiza, United Kingdom