Let the Rain Come Down and Wash Away My Tears

My journey home is coming to an end. I have to pack very soon. It is what I was most afraid to do. The minute I stepped to my home town I knew that I would have to leave once again. It was a thought I could never escape. I endeavored to think only of my stay and not my leaving.


I was tired of being an Iranian-American girl. I wanted to be where I would only be Iranian. Unfortunately many Iranian-Americans don’t feel the way I do. They want to reject the fact that they are Iranians. I will never reject it simply because I am very proud to be Iranian. Just because Iran has many faults doesn’t bring shame to one’s name. Therefore I will always be an Iranian first.
I hope I will find the strength not to shed a tear. If I do shed a tear, I hope rain will wash it away for me.

Elle

The first thing I think about when I wake up is coffee. I love the smell, but I mostly love the comfort it provides. It makes me forget what is happening in the outside world. It makes me feel okay. It reminds me that I am alive and that I have a lot to be thankful for.

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