I am from

I am from a country of races and tribes

I am from a city of crowd and traffic

I am from a home of love and respect

I am from a religious and multi-ethnic family

I am from a place where mosque and church located side by side

I am from the clock ringing every one hour

I am from the books of languages and computers

I am from the smell of cigarette and coffee

I am from the diary of stories and memories I am from the pictures of dream and real life

I am from the raindrops that fall from the grey sky

I am from the sunshine that lightens the days

I am from the flowers blooming after cold season

I am from the long river surrounded by mountains and trees

I am from the empty road where dogs bark and cats mew

I am from friends who show me how to smile and cry

I am from teachers who teach me invaluable knowledge and wish me succeed

I am from children who fly the kites every evening trying to reach the sky

I am from strangers who listen to iPods, play guitars, read books, smoke cigarettes, talk on the phone, or stand right beside me silently

I am from homeless people who rely their lives on begging money and taking junk food from the trash cans of any restaurant so they can survive

I am from the songs of the broken heart

I am from the tears of loss and pain

I am from the disappointment of unreachable dreams

I am from the strengh of belief that life is a matter of choice, where I can choose either to fall down and remain silent or start crawling and get up

I am from places where I am supposed to be

I am from what I see, I listen, I smell, I taste, I feel, and I think