Moving from Bangladesh to the United States created a strange phenomenon inside me. It felt as though everything stopped when I left while my life in the states was being built. I did not expect that it would take 13 years to finally go back home. When I finally made the journey back I couldn’t find familiar comfort as everything had changed. Only the faces that greeted me comforted me and quenched my hunger for home. It became quite clear: Home doesn’t exist as a location but in faces.

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