At the age of sixteen, I came across a story about an Urdu romance writer who had lost her husband in the Second World War. Her name was Adiba.

When I was a kid back in the 1960s, the whisper-quiet branch library across the road from the family house was my refuge, my salvation and my inner life-raft, upon which I bobbed across the oceans of time and space, and place and person.

In her work, Amina Atiq, a Yemeni–Scouse performance artist, explores the conflict and beauty of her dual identity, taking us on a journey to her heartland, Yemen, and her homeland, Liverpool.