Home Is Everything

Home smells like fresh pastry out of the oven and amazing food that my mom makes every Ramadan evening. Home sounds like my two older sisters fighting, loud busy Friday mornings; the silence is peace during prayer and worship and grateful hearts for all we’ve been given. Home is a Ramadan time of reflection and pausing to think of others who don’t food or a home and lending a helping hand. Homeis the warmth of a loving family that cares and loves me and inceriges me no matter what I do. Home is hard working parents who don’t let me down. Home is the anticipation of reuniting with family far away.