Ko sam?, Sta sam?, Kako sam?

Who am I?, What am I?, How am I? When I think of an answer to these questions I come to think of one word... displaced. I am a displaced child. Feeling displaced physically but also emotionally. The words of my father read that of a man who himself was displaced from his children. Even after finding a place to call "home" somehow I still feel displaced. I am a child. I am surrounded by this notion and it surrounds me, it forms who I am. The words etched and imprinted into my memory, my heart, my soul. So who am I? I am Azra. What am I? I am a Bosniak refugee. How am I? I am displaced.