Growing Up: These Birds Walk
Pakistan. If I ever find any gratitude, any state of humbleness and any appreciation of Allah its because I found myself attached to these stories presented. I still cannot figure out how and why, when I’ve never been back to Pakistan. I have not been raised with an upbringing that is extremely cultural or religious. Its as ordinary as the next kid in my school; with movies, intramurals, cross-country running, shopping and gossip about cute boys with my girlfriends and even with my mom. Yet, almost none of that matters anymore. Is that what I should call growing up?