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I am from the messily written words of a detailed diary, from a juice box and endless piles of books sprawled across my room.
I am from colorful walls, various aromas of the kitchen, and the hammock swinging softly in the backyard on a late summer evening.
I am from butterflies, the cherry blossoms—pale pink petals floating away in the gentle rustling breeze.
I am from countless “family nights” spent watching movies and playing games and big brown eyes. From mom’s endless advice to my brothers’ constant jokes. From the silly banters and pointless taunts.
I am from “always follow your dreams” and “don’t give ups”
I am from the Hadith, whose lessons taught me how to live a pious life.
I am from royal descent, from the rulers of a massive empire, from chicken biryani and samosas.
I am from the noisy city of Lahore and the tranquil countryside on the outskirts of the metropolis and scorching hot Pakistan, from the bravery of my grandfather during the Indo-Pak War of 1971.
I am from the sacrifices my mom has made throughout her life for her children.
I am from late night conversations with my brothers’.
I am from the heaps of photo albums stowed away in boxes, memories that’ll last forever.
I am from the many awards, trophies, and plaques handed down generation after generation.
I am from a little light at the end of the tunnel called hope.
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Hey my wonderful readers! I know you all are thinking "whoa that's different!" I know. This is not my usual style of poetry but I enjoyed writing this even though at one point I was ready to claw my eyes out because I was so frustrated at it. I wrote this for my english class and I thought it turned out half decent so I'll ask my readers what they think of it. So what do you think? Was it the worst thing you've ever read or is it good? Don't hesitate to let me know! Thanks!
-Alli
