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| The day I left with my mother was not meant to be the last time I ever saw Iran, or my grandmother, or some of my closest family and friends. |
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| If I had known I would never be able to return, I would have paid more attention to the little details. |
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| I would have hugged my grandmother more closely. |
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| When she died, we could not even return for her funeral. |
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| In May 1983, my mother, sister and I arrived in New York, three days before my 17th birthday (via India and Britain where we were not given residency). |
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| The immigration officer confiscated our passports at the airport but let us in temporarily. |
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| What a relief to see my father again; he had come earlier to prepare for our arrival. |
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| I'll never forget the day we got to our new home. |
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| It was early morning when we arrived at our flat - or at least that is how I remember it. |
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| There were mattresses on the floor and a TV in the living room - that's it. |
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| My father took us to Pathmark, a supermarket near us, where we gawked at how big it was and that it was open 24 hours a day. |
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| From that day on, my parents worked hard - starting from scratch; sometimes treated so unfairly. |
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| I joined university, whilst working part-time, and my little sister started school. |
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| It was difficult for the first few years, especially for my parents. |
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| But we were one of the lucky ones. |
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| Our family was given a lifeline when we were granted US residency and later citizenship - that piece of paper, which is often a matter of life and death, and the difference between being labelled legal and illegal. |
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| I can't help but remember those years we moved around trying to find a place to call home when I see whats happening now. |
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| The insecurity and fear still returns whenever I cross a border where I often have to remind myself that my papers are in order. |
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| I moved to Britain in 2000 where I now live and campaign for human rights, secularism and freedom of expression and belief. |
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| My retired parents still live in Yonkers, New York in the same flat; my sister teaches at a Yonkers public school. |
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| Though I have lived outside of Iran more than inside it, it is still a part of who I am. |
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| But so is Britain where I now live and so is the US where I feel just as much at home when I return to visit my parents and sister. |
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| Home for me is definitely where one lives and loves and struggles. |
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| In this day and age, migrants and refugees are often criminalised and dehumanised, and deemed different but the only real difference is that piece of paper. |
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| Move beyond it and we meet where our common humanity resides. |