After being in captivity for so long, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be home in Canada.

The road to recovery will not always be easy, but I will take it one day at a time, focusing on the moments I've dreamed about for so long.

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.

I, too, was carrying around my own fate. All the things I couldn't know sat somewhere inside, embroidered into me-maybe not quite fixed to the point of inevitability but waiting, in any event, for a chance to unspool.

The same men who are placing all these outrageous restrictions on women’s freedoms in southern Somalia – that type of mentality – that’s what I had to deal with in captivity.

I think that I find a lot of my healing out in the world.

A little goes a long way in Somalia: $5 will feed a person there for about two weeks.