City of Sanctuary

Fear Will Have to Call Me King

The Doh family came to Sheffield two years ago from a Burmese refugee camp in Thailand. The couple has four kids. When they were in Thailand they were never allowed to leave the camp, which was guarded by the Thai border military army. The family is settled in Firth Park.

Mrs. Doh: “I like my neighbours a lot. They never give our family any problems. My children are very noisy, like the way children are, but they never complain about us. On Eid day they even brought us their food for my family.”

Mr. Doh: “We live in this property nearly two years. We do not get any dirty looks from any one. My house is in the middle, and both of them are very kind. Sometimes when I did not have time to pull out my bin they did it for me and when I see they did not take out theirs I did the same to them as well.
The other two neighbors are single. They see my kids play outside their house but never say anything.
I sometimes come home very late in the evening, I am not afraid of anything – ‘Fear will have to call me King’.” (Their own expression.)

The second daughter: “Daddy, did you remember when we first moved in, they brought us some toys, plates, spoons and their clothes?”

The little boy: “They were too big, they fit you but none of their clothes fit me.”

The elder daughter: “Mum cooked for that Aunty’s birthday meal last year. She likes my mum’s cooking.”

Mrs. Doh: “I do not want to move out from here. I know my neighbors and it’s very easy for me to get all my food from the Pakistanis shops, we can get everything from the shops.”