This is a personal spoken word piece dedicated to my mother. The piece is an ode to both her sacrifices as a single mother as well as her journey as a Palestinian-Syrian refugee turned Canadian immigrant, in addition to my own feelings of displacement as a Muslim Palestinian-Syrian of colour dwelling in the lands of Turtle Island. The piece strives to make space for the pain that comes with being a child of diaspora; recognizing one’s loss of cultural knowledge, familial connections, mother tongue, and connection to a land never seen. The piece explores how coming to know about one’s roots and histories in relation to one’s homeland, is a form of resistance to the erasure of a people, in this case – the Palestinian people. The feelings encapsulated within the piece, whether it be of rage, hope or desperation, are driven by the love one has for one’s faith, land and people.