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The Lost Son
It was now midnight, and as the boy faced the bright half-moon that stood above him, he knew he was lost. Dust swirled around him as his animals moved in...
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A Daughter's Heart vs. Her Mother's Wishes
One summer evening, my cousin approached me with a desperate plea, "I know her mother will never accept me. I need you to help me elope with this girl."
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The Creepy Professor
Oh boy, I thought, feeling uneasy about where this conversation might go, and worried by the peculiar look on his face that I could not quite decipher.
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The Last Nomad is now available in hardcover and paperback
“Salh’s prose radiates with deep empathy and sensitivity, a reflection of the gift for storytelling she inherited from her poet grandmother. This stuns with its raw beauty.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Stunning . . . A clear-eyed, richly-remembered memoir that takes its readers on the journey of a lifetime.”
—KQED
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Hi, my name is Shugri Salh.
I was born in the desert of Somalia, where I spent my early childhood as a nomad. I emigrated to North America as a refugee from civil war, and now work as an infusion nurse in San Diego, California.