“Humara Ghaar.”//”Khuneye ma” Our Home. Our home represents so much more than a safe place. It represents the lost memories we have forgotten and the memories we will make. It represents the smell, sights and sounds of the city that our parents knew so well and the city that is still foreign to us. We are immigrants of those before us and foreign to those who will come after us. We go through life trying to find what is missing when what was missing all along was our home.