There’s a tree I always thought was haunted. No more. I stare and stare and stare at it. I don’t turn around when I’m called from behind. For once, I feel unfamiliar with my own name. “Haunted where? In my branches, my roots? Where else is it haunted now? Inside you?”
-Aima Habib, Conversations With Childhood Home
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