a memory that may or may not have happened 

  Whether or not this was real didn’t seem to matter in the end. All Saam knew was this feeling of rejection of an unreachable barrier between them and the rest of the world. Entering the conference room for the first time in what had to be years, decades even, Saam could only feel like they were being judged. Sharp piercing eyes from ‘colleagues’ saw right through the persona that they were trying to construct for themselves in the aftermaths of the re-recognition.

It seemed like they would be nothing more than territory to be passed between those with more power. And even at this moment, Saam wasn’t convinced that people weren’t imaging trying to implement a more ‘modern’ way to exploit their land and their people. And what really could they do about it? So desperate to be part of the world again, it felt like Saam would tolerate nearly anything to feel included.

A feeling that perhaps would never come.