Written by: Urooj Salar
I am the girl from the mountains that hold my roots, the way my mother used to hold me in her arms. I am the girl split into sections by lines on a map drawn by strangers with ill intentions, dictating where one fraction of my identity begins and the other ends. I am the girl with the sun in her eyes, and the stars mapped on her face – or so the poet in me says. Sometimes, the sun blinds me, the stars hide, and I am lost until my history finds me. I am the girl from the edge of a nation that refuses to act like one. My people are born poets; unlike our blood, this passion for our language cannot be drained from our veins, no matter how deep you cut. I am the girl from a village in the north of the south of the east, where the snow falls in clumps instead of flakes; where my father used to play, where my grandparents used to pray. I am the woman from the mountains that hold my roots, and those mountains my heart still call home.
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