Visibility & Voice

By Maša H.

Personal

Fragments of Migration

By Maša H.

Migration stripped me of my identities. In a new country, I was no one—no recognized diploma, no familiar networks, no community to witness or celebrate who I had been. I had to leave behind old titles, past roles, and a sense of self that once felt solid.

Starting over meant learning a new language, adapting to new systems, and constantly proving my worth in spaces where I felt unseen..

Yet in that process, I also began to rebuild—slowly, and on new terms. Migration forced me to let go, but it also taught me resilience, humility, and the quiet strength of becoming.

Not One of Us

By Maša H.

For many years, I struggled to accept my own identity or even define it clearly. Growing up in a poor, post-war country, I resisted the label of “victim,” yet often felt that was how I was seen—from outside the EU, from a place marked by conflict, with a family scattered across different countries and friends who, like me, never stayed where we were born. I carried a deep sense of dislocation.

As I moved into more structured and stable environments, I began to feel like an outsider. I witnessed families that had stayed intact, friendships that remained rooted in one place, and I struggled with a persistent sense of being an imposter. Belonging felt distant—something complex and difficult to grasp.

It wasn’t until I turned inward and began to explore these feelings…By confronting the fractures in my past, I began to reclaim my narrative, piece by piece.

Shadow

By Eslem