I Am Me

I am the granddaughter of an Imam, The daughter of an Imam’s daughter And a businessman.
She who knotted together all ends And sewed a smile on her face Is my mother. A strong, independent lady Who stood quiet for so long Until the Sea Gods told her That the wind called her, The birds wanted to take her away, The ocean wanted to drown her. She did not speak up not because she was scared. She melted the icicles because she needed running water for her four children. She was not scared, She wanted to see the end through a new beginning, To cross the ocean, Ride the wind, And fly on the Bird's Wings. She was my mother: A strong, independent women.
My father was and is a businessman. There's a new house on sale? The stock market is flourishing? That's what the customers want? Check. Check. Check. He did business with his heart, house, and humanity. He did business to his children, wife, and parents By nurturing them, Loving them, Shaping and reshaping their dreams. He was my father.
I am the daughter of an Imam's daughter and a businessman But most importantly, I am me. I am Jarin, Shaped and reshaped by your thoughts and unspoken dreams. The wind whistles to my pulse As I let my horses loose. Planning and prepping, Unraveling and traveling Crying and strengthening Shaping and reshaping. I am me. I am Jarin.