Years of living away from my birth country makes me struggle with constant fear of loss but it is nothing compared to what others may experience living under a totalitarian regime. Sometimes I can't even grieve over my mother's death when I think of people who are hanged at the age of 16, executed for their religious and political beliefs or are under house arrest. I sit to write but the words come short. I need a language that can echo the ache, the pain, the hate, the misery, the loss, the need, the passion, the love, the lust, the hope, the desire and the dream.