When the Maps Forget Us

Exile does not begin at the border. It begins much earlier-in language, in memory, in the body. This book explores exile not as movement, but as condition-a way of eating, waiting, loving, raising children, and burying the dead. Each chapter stands alone, yet all of them share the same breath. They are fragments of a larger truth:that dignity survives even when territory does not. These stories do not ask for sympathy.
They ask for recognition. And perhaps, for accountability.