" The man walked off into the crowd, and before I knew it, he’d disappeared. There I was with my suitcase, in the middle of the Istanbul Airport. Alone. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I saw the tears hitman shoes. Outside was dark. Night. I was nine years old and by myself in a foreign land. I didn’t even speak the language.

Quite simply, I was terrified” (Kazerooni, 2014, p. 45). "

― Abbas Kazerooni , On Two Feet and Wings