I am from tissue papers.
From Suave Kids shampoo and cookies and cream Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
I am from the pots and pans on the stove,
steaming, boiling, always excited and eager to open the lid.
I am from the gigantic oak tree,
Which I climb to the top branch and watch everything fall apart.
I am from staying up late with my cousins till morning prayers,
And watching the clock tick, waiting to break my fast.
I am from the doors slamming and them screaming,
From "life goes on" and "take care of your sister!"
I am from the hijab I wrap around my head, which I wear even though the world hates it.
I'm from across the country
warm hot bread, fresh dates set on the table.
From the days of playing cricket in my grandparents' neighborhood till the sun comes up, tripping on the worn-down concrete
To the day grandfather left us all because he forgot how to breathe because he couldn't hold on to the world any longer
