She was a nomad. Travelling over continents trying to find the paradise her god promised. Green meadows, turquoise sky, warm breeze, wise trees, birdsong, a family reunited. A mound of earth, her home now, underneath rustling trees in a foreign land. She had been an orphan; her parents murdered in the Partition. Her spirit searching for them in three worlds.
Now her daughter searches for her and her own faith. Restless in her singledom. Speaking a different language. Wanting to belong. Reluctantly travelling back continents to find proof of her ancestors. She was a nomad.
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