I wasn’t born here. But I have lived here for fourteen years, and London has made me what I am.
Leaving Iran as a political refugee without asylum, my mother, in essence, burned down our house.
Do my loved ones buried in Iran, my generational roots in the land, allow the country to continue to feel like home?
“Even though the Philippines is where I’m from, I’m American.”
“Many look at the world through the eyes of conquerors. What happens when you stop taking your position for granted?”
The day we hiked Benjamin’s last trail, hundreds of thousands of refugees were desperate to get into Europe.
“This is where I’ve come, to the America of lights and dreams. And if I am better off I cannot tell.”
Whether fleeing the Russian Revolution or running from martial law-era Taiwan, my families have made some narrow escapes.
“I’m not naïve enough to think that becoming Austrian will make up for everything that happened to my family.”