No Longer At Home
Some people say there is no place like home… What if in your home you no longer feel at home; the sun no longer shines, the rain no longer falls as it used to; you are persecuted - you are judged not by your qualification and competence but by the ethnic group you hail from, the people you know, the language you speak, or the political party you support? What if the situation becomes unbearable and you manage to escape to some other place you thought was safe? What if this new place turns not to be a refuge? Where then are you at home?