I had to stop hoping so much that a ship would rescue me. I should not count on outside help. Survival had to start with me. In my experience, a castaway’s worst mistake is to hope too much and to do too little. Survival starts by paying attention to what is close at hand and immediate. To look out with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.

A house is a compressed territory where our basic needs can be fulfilled close by and safely.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

But I want to pray to Allah. I want to be a Christian.

I can only tell my story, what you believe is up to you.

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.

If there's only one nation in the sky, shouldn't all passports be valid for it?