I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.

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.

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'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.

Women in Somalia face almost unimaginable oppression.

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

Because that’s the thing about the exact moment when you get somewhere that has required effort: There’s a freeze-frame instant of total fulfillment, when every expectation has been met and the world is perfect.