to her homeland; the journey captured in her poem At the Border.
"I was five years old and expected the other place behind the border to be much more beautiful. This is what my family had assured me. I realised I had been deceived. That day I probably learnt the first important lesson in my life: that the stories immigrants tell about their homelands are myths and beautiful lies. Suleimanya was not better than Kerej and the landscape was not that different."
from East Anglia Daily Times: Why I had to flee my country
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