But about Pakistan – a place our family visits every few years…
A place where it is impossible for me to get around..
I wish I could be one of those that think of their homes with so much love, but most of our family is just trying to leave…to escape the tough life…to escape bombings and killings..
There is a love in Karachi that you don’t feel here in America. There is an apnapan…a closeness
America is the golden birdcage…you have money but you are continuously alone..
I would like for the bombs to leave Karachi
I would like for the burqas to leave Karachi..
There is a song by a pakistani artist I play every day as I start to read or write….sitaron se aage jahaan aur bhee hain….my only connection to a culture I never grew up in…there is something in this song that enlightens that inspires that gives me hope…this is the Pakistan I search for- the one I hope to find someday…the Pakistan I yearn for..
My spirit is in pakistan somewhere….i think it truly is home..
My home is being burnt down…
A Palestinian poet gave me courage to write this…
You have only one home…a voice I hear..
I want to meet pakistan oneday…lahore, Islamabad, karachi…
Mujhe Pakistan se milna hai…