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

I am so proud to be a Canadian.

I swung from one place to the next, sometimes backward, sometimes forward, capitalizing on my own momentum, knowing that at some point my arms—or, more accurately, my quivering bank balance, accessed through foreign ATMs—would give out, and I’d fall to the ground.

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

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

I think it's the human spirit inside of all of us that has an enormous capacity to survive.

Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.