Dear Hanaa,
The First Generation of labels: Second Generation of labels
A chronological disorder of home.
Maybe it is the resistance to the normalized order.
An intellectual, emotional transition that transfers home from solid ground to a global sky where anything could feel like home, and anyone can make a home.
And this is overly romanticized bullshit.
While we feel and while we make, we often experience shame.
Instead of shying away from this shame, I delve into it.
While we make something a home, we decide to make another not.
While deciding to call someone home, we turn into hierarchical burdens where there is us and the others.
The us could become the family that deserves love, and the other is the stranger who deserves silence.
The genocidal silence of watching thousands of children and people of all genders being killed daily.
Killed not only in silence but also by silence.
That type of silence that we demand from the other, as we do not want to bother.
And sometimes, the other is us.
Internalizing the dichotomy of home being the oppressed and the oppressor.
To realize soon that home is pain when we root it in a holy certificate of birth, choosing this life over another.
Home is the inner work where I always meet my eternal love—my mother.
She appears in the form of the universe, where no one and nothing is better than another.
Home is experiencing the flames of burned documents, choosing statelessness over a shameful trap: the trap in the joy to suffer.
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Samar Zughool is a community arts creator and intercultural researcher who employs interdisciplinary arts to recreate political, cultural, and artistic scenes for communication through an intersectional feminist lens. She is the director of Reka Si —a research and art institute—and a doctoral student in social work.
