Mourning My Birthplace: On Immigration, Family, and the Distance in Between
“When you’ve spent your life apart from a loved one, what prepares you for not knowing how to mourn?”
What I want for him now is peace and a chance to reclaim his words, if only for the last ones that are spoken.
What I want more than anything is to speak.
What I want more than anything is to be heard.
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The first time my grandfather crossed the India-Pakistan border was in 1947; the next time he crossed was in 2007, with me.