Me, Myself and I
Me, Myself and I
I was born in a country where many despised my faith,
I was raised in a family where we had our different ways,
I grew up in a loving home;
I was the first child,
And very much loved by my mum,
I went to school just like any normal kid,
I made a lot of friends,
Did what other kids did,
I grew up to love, honor and respect others,
Despite their colour, creed or gender,
I never really cared about my roots,
Or questioned where my parents were born,
I guess I was torn,
Between a culture I was surrounded by,
And one I never knew,
I could speak my mother’s language,
But I suppose that’s all I could do.
I visited my parents’ homeland twice when I was young,
But didn’t feel any attachment,
Nor did I care,
But Oh I was very wrong.
Over a year ago I flew out alone,
To the place I visited when I was young,
But this time I didn’t have my parents or siblings with me,
I was on my own,
Going on a journey,
Where I didn’t have any idea what I was getting myself into.
After a decade,
I was stepping foot into a world that owed me the truth.
The truth about my past, present and future,
The world with the most wonderful culture.
When I first arrived in Pakistan,
I thought to myself:
“I need to get back home as soon as I can”,
I felt suffocated.
In this huge city,
Where everything was so strange and opposite to me.
It took me time,
And I began to enjoy it,
I had the best of company,
So I made the most of it,
I enjoyed going shopping,
Going for long walks in the park,
Eating various dishes,
Sitting with my loved ones,
Talking until to got dark.
I did miss my home,
My friends and family,
But a new sensation had taken over me,
I came to love the place I disliked at first,
The place of my parents’ birth,
I fell in love with the city my mother grew up in,
The house she spend her childhood in,
The same streets she walked on,
The same beach she so fond of,
The city of lights,
The city filled with beauty and so many wondrous sights,
The city that I had no idea would become a huge part of me,
The city I still miss dearly,
The city I long to return to,
The city I think about every day,
The city I miss in every way…
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