By request, here is my I Am From:
I Am From . . .
I am from the coldness of my uncle’s sword, sitting upon our wooden cupboard and from the taste of magic stars and coco pops rocks. I am from the giant trees at school and the roof where kids play, from the pain of the battles I have been in and from the betrayal of friends who added to the large enemy side. I am from the bowls at home of all sizes and hues and from the tables I broke.
I am from the school and all its lessons, from teachers who inspired me to strive and learn, from the amazing books I read, and the novellas I wrote. I am from video games that helped me with being strategic. I am from all of the equations and questions I solved, from the chances I missed, and the ones I got. I am from the poems by all sorts of poets, like the one I’m writing now.
I am from the single, unknown being that created all life, the one who created the genesis, and the one who one day will give it the apocalypse. I am from his strength, his wisdom, his power. I am from the Koran and all of its holy paragraphs. I am from he who has brought men, women, love, hatred, idiocy, wisdom, war, peace, life, death, sophistication, savagery, oceans, continents, towns, cities, planets, space, and everything in the solar systems. I am from Allah.
I am from the joy and sorrow, the happiness and the woe, the strength and weakness, the love and the hatred, the fear and the courage, the luxury and the punishment, the pride and the pain, I am from the wonderful childhood of CENSORED.
Where are YOU from?
P.S. the censored is my true name.