Where I’m From-

An invisible country mentioned very less, not many shows interest.

Mentioned in history once, then forgotten like any other old news. 

People roam around the street, some with the nasty sites and some with purpose. 

Yet people ask Where Are You From?

 

A scarf covered around my face, people notice I’m Muslim,

Yet they confuse me with Arab, Yemeni & Pakistani, 

Am I too different not to be noticeable?

Judgy eyes following through the streets millions of assumptions, yet none are true. 

Closed curtains and closed doors, with permission out of the door. 

Behind the door before the sunset, Wildfire if not returned. 

Yet they ask Where Are You From?

 

Freedom is given but not much to fly like a bird,

Caged Bird until another owner comes to put the bird in a new cage. 

Crushed dreams like broken glasses, yet there is no-one to free the bird. 

Yet you ask me Where I’m From?

 

Clothed with a long gown with an orna on the side of the shoulder, yet you assume I’m Indian. 

It is just like India, but language, culture, tradition, and religion is very unlike Indian,

Yet the name of the country doesn’t come to your tongue.

The clothed brought from H&M made by the hand of an uneducated and undermined women from that country, 

Yet you ask me Where I’m From? 

 

= After reading “Together, You Can Redeem the Soul of Our Nation” and watching CCNY 2019 Commencement Speech By John Lewis I have learned our generation have the potential to bring change in the world but the question Dr.Lwis asked what are you willing to get in a “good trouble”. As I read through the article he said “ “In my life, I have done all I can to demonstrate that the way of peace, the way of love and nonviolence is the more excellent way. Now it is your turn to let freedom ring.” This sentence is so inspiring because we live in a world where constantly things need to change especially the worst things. Thus, My Good Trouble would bring a change for my countries people especially women because in many parts of Bangladesh where the girls can’t afford education and their parents treat them as if they are some sort of burden and some have to work countless hours to eat.