Finally, the day comes and they part ways with the refugee camp, bound for their new home. They move into a safe new apartment and take English classes every week at the community center, where they meet other refugees from around the world. After living there for a while, however, someone throws a brick through their window with a note on it that reads "GO HOME". "I look through the broken glass and see the ones who thew the brick, running away, laughing. I want to yell to them I can't!", the little girl thinks. Her Baba reminds her to focus on the kind people in their new home, and the family continues to build their new life.
"One day someone asks me, Where is home? And I don't know what to say. Is home here or there? When I think of home, I think about the sweet taste of plums and the sound of Baba's whistling. Books I know by heart and Mama's flowers..."
Khwaja wrote this book based on her own story of having to flee Pakistan with her parents as a child. This book so beautifully captures the refugee experience, although the author does acknowledge that their story was a very lucky one. Not all families are able to safely find refuge or return to their home countries. The gratitude and hope in this story is so palpable and rich.