"Identity cannot be compartmentalized, divided into halves or thirds, or confined within clearly defined boundaries. I do not possess multiple identities—I have only one, shaped by all the elements that have influenced its unique form."

This quote perfectly encapsulates the central themes of Amin Maalouf’s book, In the name of identity, published in 1998. More than 25 years later, its message remains as relevant as ever, exploring identity, belonging, and integration in an era of globalization. The book sheds light on the struggles of those who live away from their homeland, existing in the liminal space between languages, lands, and times.

I deeply resonate with this theme, having been away from my country for nearly 12 years. Memories play a paradoxical role—they keep you tethered to your homeland while preventing you from fully embracing a new one. Over time, you come to realize that you will never be an inland dove, but rather a wandering seagull, carrying the scent of the sea when resting on the shore and scattering grains of sand as you soar over the waves—the destiny of those who carry the genes of a traveler