Far away at the end of the street in Boston
I see the shepherd with his white sheep
As their bells jingle and jingle,
my memories take me somewhere else
I forget where I was and where I am going
I only smile as I see my mom
waving at me from the windows of the giant apartments of this city
and then I hear my little siblings shout my name
I look back as I step on the bus to Harvard Square...
I see mountains behind the buildings
and far away on those mountains
my loved ones live
I see people smile around me as if they understand
But how can they? me and my world are a separate place
and my memories are like aurora
surrounding me
reminding me
of the bright sunlight when I sat with my cousins
inside that huge mud haveli,
and we all sang songs of our tribe
I remember the steaming chai cups as my aunt brings them up
Cahva was never an addiction but 13 cups didn't matter
I wonder if this bus is going to stop at the station in my village
and when I get off, the dirt of Balochistan fluttering away in the dry air and beautiful scent
would welcome me saying I was missed
or maybe the bus is taking me to that small street around my house
where I would see my siblings playing on their bikes
I would wave and wave
and like an invisible person I won’t be seen
I can feel my heart beat with anticipation
The bus has stopped,
Crowds of people getting down,
I get down
Scent of coffee from starbucks welcomes me first thing
I look around me to find a trace of home
Its all foreign and I am invisible
I am lost in time
Somewhere
Inbetween
and when the chilling air of Cambridge touches my face
I know that I cant take the longing anymore
Perhaps this is the limit where I breakdown
My heart shouts..... but my lips are silent
I walk ahead as if I am a normal person but my soul..... desperate for home, runs around in circles
Shouting and crying
and as I walk towards my next bus to MIT
I miss my home... VERY MUCH

As people surrounded me today after I got off the stage, a young face with her big eyes kept glancing from far away...

When someone came in between her view she kneeled down to kept her stare. Throughout my discussions, hugs, pictures with all the women I kept glancing at her face and smiled, for a while it kept on until she disappeared.

Someone asked for my card,

I looked down at my bag and looked up to find those big eyes staring at me right in front of me and with her beautiful shy face bent down she said,:

"I want to do so much for this world.. I don't know how"

and with that tears came pouring down her face... my highlight of the day is that passion in her small beautiful heart, that extreme wish of making this world more better, more peaceful and more kind for other people, a passion strong enough to have her eyes fill with tears and her heart pound like it would run off her chest, slowly calming down as I hugged her and found my soul hugging hers -

This is what the world needs. The burning desire to do more, help more and be more even if your body is of a young little girl,

souls can grow..... and take flight~