In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.
Maintaining my dignity is so important for me.
Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.
I'm afraid of elevators, because they are an enclosed space, but I get in.
I used my captors names every chance I had. It was intentional, a way of reminding them that I saw them, of pegging them, of making them see me in return.
I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.