{"id":86,"date":"2024-01-26T02:01:04","date_gmt":"2024-01-26T01:01:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lettersihaventwrittenyet.com\/?p=86"},"modified":"2024-10-22T17:22:56","modified_gmt":"2024-10-22T15:22:56","slug":"who-am-i","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersihaventwrittenyet.com\/index.php\/2024\/01\/26\/who-am-i\/","title":{"rendered":"Who am I?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I’m a writer and humanitarian living in Switzerland. I’m short, quirky and a little mad – but for some reason, people put up with me anyway. The daughter of African immigrants of Indo-Pakistani origins raised in Canada now living in Switzerland, my view of the world is definitely unique, if not a little eclectic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the past 20 years, I have worked in humanitarian aid & public health, with various agency like M\u00e9decins Sans Fronti\u00e8res (Doctors Without Borders), the WHO Foundation and the Medicines Patent Pool. My work has taken me around the world: from postings in Liberia, Burundi, Guinea, Sudan, Congo, Uganda, and Kenya, to providing support to field teams in South Sudan, Somalia, Ethiopia, the Philippines, Djibouti, and Lebanon \u2013 I have experienced some of the best, and the worst, humankind has to offer. Far from leaving me jaded or confused, this work has inspired me: in the stories I write, I try to include this insight into each of my characters, providing the reader an understanding of the world through my unique and particular lens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My goal is a simple one, is to help amplify the voices of those who are not heard, sharing their stories, in the only way I know how: words, and a very loud voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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