Everyone loves the idea of the diaspora when it’s just about accents and “international perspectives,” right? A little exotic seasoning to sprinkle on your diversity panel. But living in the diaspora isn’t just airport codes and WhatsApp calls across time zones. It’s exile. It’s grief with no funeral. It’s shouting in a language your children might never fully understand.

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