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Living on the Hyphen
Home is not here,
And it is not there.
I am a third culture kid.
Born in USA, but made in the UAE.
Between here and there, there is a hyphen
American — Pakistani —- Emirati
I live on the hyphen.
The hyphen is a small place.
It is often a lonely place.
It is a place of inner tension.
It is like being on bridge.
A place in between
But the hyphen is also a place of power.
A place for cultural translators.
A place for shape shifters.
A place where nobody belongs, everyone is lost and everyone is free.
And because home never existed outside for me, I had to find my home inside of me.
My soil is not my home.
My soul is my home.
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The pressing question for me has always been: Where do I belong? I often wonder about what it feels like to have a home that is linked to a land and a place that you belong to and that belongs to you. For me home has always been a vague idea until recently I realized I belong nowhere and everywhere.