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“He didn’t like remembering such things, but by now he was used to the way life was punctuated by such moments, which sent hooks into parts of the past one might prefer to forget.”

Quote by Ishmael Beah

Book:Little Family
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Little Family

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Ishmael Beah
Ishmael Beah

Ishmael Beah is a former child soldier, writer, and human rights activist. During the Liberian Civil War, he was recruited as a soldier and experienced the harsh realities of war. After the war, with the help of UNICEF, he returned to school and completed his education. His memoir, 'A Long Way Gone', which tells his personal experiences, has received widespread attention and acclaim, winning him numerous awards. He is also actively involved in human rights activities, dedicated to raising awareness about the issue of child soldiers. more

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