Wandering through the forest, Nawra felt safe. Long gone were the fear, the bombs, the constant explosions. The war was just a memory. She was a long way from home, immersed in a completely different culture, but she had been welcomed, and she was happy.
When she first arrived she was scared, the language was different and she thought she would never learn it. During the first weeks she cried herself to sleep, missing her country as it had been when she was a child. She would wake up in the middle of the night, terrified, thinking a bomb had just dropped on her head, just to look outside and see the snow piling up. With time she made friends who helped her with the language, who took her to astonishing places, and she came to love the country.
It had been years since she had fled her childhood home, and that foster country had come to be her own. She had a house, a job, and she had Magnus, and their three wonderful kids. Even after all that time, she sometimes still woke up scared, but he was there to embrace her and calm her down. Nawra had made her own country with the best of both worlds, and no one could take that away from her.
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