Somehow summer is the least peaceful time of year. The summer of 2018 was no exception. I had just finished writing my dissertation two weeks before boarding a flight to Libya to visit family. Leading up to my trip, a sense of uncertainty about the future began to loom over my head. After I completed my degree, would my family pressure me to return to Libya? If so, what were the best options for my well-being? Most important, how would I cope or fit in? The last time I had lived in Libya for more than a few weeks was in 2007, when my parents decided that we would settle down in Zawiyah after spending more than ten years in the United Kingdom. Four years later, after the uprisings of 2011, we returned to London. I have been...

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