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Inspiration
In my search for a way to express myself, I found writing stories. The first story I penned, which traced all the way back to my first meeting with my parents, became the starting point for writing my own story.
It was the moment I began to cautiously look back and slowly understand my existence. The creative element of writing, and the way I bring my life story to life from my own perspective, gives me light and space—even when my feelings are sometimes undeniably complex.
For a long time, I searched for a reason to exist and was hard on myself because I hadn't found it yet. By living more and more from my essence, I can now embrace life exactly as it is.
To my mother and father who were once mine;
actually, for a short amount of time.
I speak of decades ago, lovers in each other's arms,
captured by their beautiful, subtle charms.
Whispering soft words of love and unity,
probably until the day they conceived me.
Fragments of poems by Saadi and Hafez,
they allowed love and played a daring round of chess.
Born as a daughter of Shiraz, the city of roses and red wine,
not knowing I would have to keep on searching for love to be mine.
No idea who they are, as they are out of my eyesight.
And yet, my life until now is worth every bit of my fight.
Needless to say, I do miss them every single day,
so I sit down to wonder and silently pray.
Why couldn't they hold on to the baby I once was,
with all their grace and hearts full of longing?
Thank you for giving me life, still I seek meaning and belonging.
I have to remind myself of the roots I carry along until the end of the day.
Will keep searching for my parents and maybe… if I may.
Still the innocent girl from Shiraz, no more, no less.
Next time you see me, give me your loving caress.
- Hannah -
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