My Eldest daughter
My eldest daughter was born, 200 miles away from my country.
I think about this often. How my children were not born in the country of origin of their mother.
Such a short stretch and such different worlds exist between them.
My daughters have everything, just as I did. Just as I do since my family was lucky enough to flee.
But the children in my country of origin.
They have hunger. Disease. Scarcity.
What they inherited was a regime.
A regime that in its birth, took all opportunities away to the innocents being born today.
Innocents who suffer for the mistakes of the past.