My mother gave birth to me at the dawn of an autumn when everything was falling.So I too fell into the lap of the world. My father took me, whispering the basmala in my ear:“All of life for my firstborn daughter.” And we all returned to a small house attached to a rural school in…

There are places that shape our identity; we are influenced by them, and they leave their imprint on our lives. Our relationship with them changes according to events and details. We remember places and their connection to people and moments. We live in the shadows of our memories, through our different lives and their various…