I am from the big yellow house in front of the park and from many trips to the mailbox down the stranded streets of Milton. I am from long lectures of "clean your room" and "don't bite your nails!" I am from short Dora haircuts and from fighting with my sister. I am from huge guest dinners and fasting in the month of Ramadan and appreciating food. I am from far and near place here and there; Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Toronto, Mississauga, Etobicoke and my hometown Milton. I am from my phenomenal books that need a shelf and from my dedicated dad who never lost hope even after his heart attack. I am from my busy brown neighbourhood in Mississauga to visiting Mecca, Madina, Jeddah, and Riyadh.
I am from stuffing my face with kebab, Biryani and Shawarma. I am from Arabic, Urdu, English, French, and Punjabi. I am from hearing about corrupt government issues in my homeland country and my sister's chipped shellac nail. I am from people asking "NO BROTHERS?" And from lifeless days of Instagram, Twitter, and Youtube. I am from chilly swimming lessons and my mom who wishes to be highly educated. I am from singing in the shower and cracking my knuckles.
I am from the big yellow house in front of the park.
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PoetryA poem that best describes me. Wrote this in grade 7 however loved it SO much that I felt it was worth publishing on wattpad! Now you can get to know me better as well. Which I know you are TOTALLY interested in! (Pure sarcasm)
