Who we are, is part of where we come from. My mother calls me on FaceTime to show me the icicles formed on her patio this evening. Subhanallah, have you seen anything more beautiful?
I remember the times, growing up, my father would pull down the car windows, point to the golden sky of a leaving sun and say, Mashallah, have you seen a painting more vivid than this?
Or my sister pointing at a tree of million greens and say light illuminates each leaf a little differently.
See a thousand nights later, a full moon captures my attention, the ocean calls to my soul and rainy nights play lullabies for my heart. And I can’t help but think to myself, who we are, is part of where we come from.
These are the people whose world I come from. Alhumdulillah, what more can I ask for?
Amar Shobdo 