What Home Means to Me

Home is a word that everyone uses whether you're on the streets or in a different country. Home doesn’t mean that you're living in a house, it means that you are safe, loved, protected, with your family and making memories. Why is home all of this to me, let me explain. Wherever I feel safe it's probably in my house because no one can take away my loved ones, no one can hurt me and no one can ever take away my happiness. When I feel loved, I also feel protected. I always take a while to wake up and my mom cuddles me while I sleep and nothing beats that feeling. Also I feel that if anyone tries to hurt me, my family, my loved ones, will protect me at any cost and never let go of me. When I personally am with my family, I imagine I am home with them no matter where I am. They will always be there with me at home. Finally my home is where I belong. It's the place where I grew up where I fought with my brother, annoyed my parents, ate my favorite meals, laughed, took my first steps, learned my lessons and more. Mostly it means that home is where my journey is beginning and the place where my memories of my whole life, of my first everything, my milestones, are engraved. It's where I learned my culture, where I learned how to pray and where I learned how to read Arabic. That is what home is to me and it is my one and only home where my life will be set in stone and where more memories can grow.