Where do you escape to? (“Home is Destiny”)

By Rumaysa Syed, High School Student

With our eyes closed we can trace the arteries of timber and carpet and concrete. We know it intimately as we know ourselves. No; more. We remember where we fell and someone was there to catch us. We remember when we had to fall alone. We know that without anyone to live and love and bleed in it, arteries of timber and carpet and concrete are worthless.
Home is place and people and memory but above all, home is destiny, for it is here—where we are shaped—and there—where we find ourselves—and everywhere—where, without it, we are lost.