Love wanders between exiles, a memory pierced by war and loss. Ahmed is born to carry the pain of an Iraqi generation lost between prisons and borders. With him, Hind, an Emirati, is born into an impossible love confiscated by sectarianism and fate. This is not a fleeting love story, but a mirror to a collective pain, where personal losses intersect with the ruin of homelands. The novel unfolds with the duality of a childhood burdened by fear, wars that devoured dreams, and exile that dissipated identity, intertwining times and places from Diwaniya to London, from prisons to diaspora. And in the heart of this darkness, love remains a thin thread resisting, like a candle determined to glow despite the wind. "I Am Not Mine" is a testament that when a human is stripped of themselves, only words remain; a final outpouring, and a deferred salvation.