Letters & Poetry

I never knew where I belonged. People were saying you belong to the country where you came from. They would say home is the only place that make you feel free.

First time I felt free, I was in a house in Malaysia. I wake up surrounded by people that don’t know my name, nor where I came from, nor what I believed in.

I only understood that nations are just stamps in passports, or lines on maps. And that home can be a story full of people you meet, or a place that you never been. Here I realized that home can be anywhere and that I belong nowhere.

Malaysia, 2014

(it was one of the most remarkable period of my life)

By Rim Zeiny

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