I have to fight to exist and resist, especially with a virus that is keeping us imprisoned.

I love life, how could despair win me over in those times? It happens, and I learned that when it does, it is people who are there for us. It is the support we need, and we will always get once we ask for it.

I’m always vocal about what I need. My instinctive impulses are difficult to resist.

An unspoken word is like the thorn of a rose: it hurts; only with its removal can the flower be held without pain

My grandfather was the first to teach me not to be loyal to a political figure. “To agree is fine. To disagree is fine. To blindly follow, you will become like a sheep destined for the slaughterhouse,“ he would tell me.

Refugees face appalling living conditions that are unsafe and unsanitary. But a refugee can endure all of this with inborn talents and learned skills.

When things don’t go as planned in the journey to your destination, don’t give up. Defy defeat. Resist submission. Hold onto hope.

I have to find that silver lining around the dark cloud looming over all of us.

How can someone look back at a prison and call it home?