Homeland

I believe that no place is automatically anyone’s homeland.
When you live somewhere, you can begin to call that place — a town, a city, or a country — your homeland. But this idea is relative, not fixed.

Being a prejudiced person does not help anyone solve problems.

In reality, the rich remain rich and the poor remain poor. If you see something wrong or unjust, you must try to change it.

For me, a place becomes a homeland only when you help build it, protect it, and try to improve it.

Until then, nowhere truly belongs to you.

You can change your country, move to another place, and build a life there. No one has the right to say that you cannot.

Paris, Berlin, Tehran, or even Mexico City —
a homeland is something you create, not something given to you.