On freedom and broken wings
How I owned my story and claimed my power.
|2025.04.11
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Here I am before the war, at 5 years old. Photo from author's archive.
Growing up with parents who never experienced a system that taught them self-inquiry, boundaries or healing made me hustle through life as well.
An immigrant's journey is a leap of faith and requires huge amounts of loss, courage and guilt.
My parents when they first arrived in Berlin. Photo from author's archive.
Today I find a renewing comfort in my roots, which over time grew into wings.
Making peace with the different parts of me guided me toward a path of ownership, as owning my story and pain was necessary to let go of the suffering and rise from victimhood and trauma.
Jehona Jahaj
Jehona Jahaj is a writer, social worker and founder of the diasporic platforms Marrja Zezë and Diaswhora. Born in Prizren and raised in Berlin, she commits her work to cultural diplomacy, transgenerational healing and individual empowerment.
This story was originally written in English.
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