I have witnessed, in person and in virtual spaces, 

the actual plight and sufferings of my fellow migrant workers in particular. 

But when it comes to the brutality of it all, 

my testimonies might fall short. 

Living this life, it is as if I am staring at a canvas, 

with my portrait divided on both sides 

and I could not identify the vanishing point. 

But this is me. 

I am here. 

And all that I stand for and hold on to will remain my own truth. 

This is a challenge that needs my urgent response. 

I have learned that there will be no restraint and no hiding. 

I aim not only tell stories but also 

to empower, to build and design spaces for inclusivity, 

particularly on trans visibility and equal rights for all. 

Not only does this form of activism ends with art 

but in return, it seeks to inspire and to embrace life in the diaspora 

as my leaving is also a promise of my return. 

This dedication might not to measure the depth of the sea, 

nor the wondrous landscapes and the breadth of the horizons, 

but traces its tiny tunnels, even the filthiest estuaries 

where I could freely tread until I reach the ocean and its wide promise. 

The future may be uncertain 

but I am trans/finite and I remain. 

Virginia Woolf said, “As a woman, I have no country. 

As a woman, my country is the whole world.” 

And this is my trans/story of finding home.