The New Times
11.30 a. m, the 11th of March 2000.
"Welcome in Denmark" said the costumes officer in Kastrop airport.
Nobody was waiting for me, I was homeless, helpless and hopeless…it is very true that April is the cruelest month as T.S.Elliot said. This April particularly was the cruelest one.
Alone, betrayed and bankrupt at the point of no return, I decided to stand on my feet despite the agonizing pain and bitterness I was through.
I could not find a job since I don't speak Danish until someone suggested the culture house where they need English-speaking people so I went there.
In the culture house I worked as a volunteer journalist in the New Times journal issued by the Danish immigration service and Danish Red Cross. My task was to write about the activities of The Danish Red Cross and the issues of concern to the asylum seekers.
When I remember this period of my life, I ask my self: did I have the choice to do something else? I have asked my self this question thousands of times and the only answer I get each time is: NO.

Alaa El-Hussuna


The New Times kept my brain alive, if it was not for it, my brain would be atrophied now. I admit that the environment was hostile and the work was sluggish, my initial enthusiasm soon faded away thanks to the director of the New Times who did all what can be done to break my wings.
However, I have written some good articles that won the admiration of the professional journalists among them was the editor in chief of the wide spread Danish daily newspaper "Political" Per Knudsen who offered me a job as a trainee journalist, see his letter in this page

To read some of my articles in the New Times click here
Those articles are historical documents that tell the agony, the suffering and the disappointment of millions of forgotten people.
Uttering historical documents in a world where silence was forced in the name of security and injustices dominated in the name of Democracy.
Historical documents that are just a continuation of the 7000 years old historical documents of Summerian clay tablets where the archaeologist found those words:

Ur…

Inside its walls we die of hunger

Outside its walls the enemies kill us

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