My heart would beat a rhythm of love and belonging for Pakistan.
It's the excitement of the plane doors opening, and that scent of 'watan ki mitti', a fragrance that follows me home in my suitcase. The gorgeous, majestic mountains, the ancient rivers, and the quiet simplicity of my ancestral village, existing alongside the vibrant energy of the twin cities.
My heart remembers the warmth of my grandparents' smiles, the laughter shared with cousins, and the hospitality of my extended family. These memories, are nurtured by my father's dedication to our roots because he made sure we visited Pakistan every few years. Now they are moments and memories that tell me that I come from something, somewhere, and I will always belong.
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