Home to All

A home can be big or small, it does not matter if it is poor or rich, it does not even matter what or where you live. Either way all that matters is that you are loved and feel belonged. Home to everyone, even me, is a place to be you. Your house is made of brick, concrete, or anything else while your “HOME” is with love, old or new, memories made to keep us safe, give us protection, and much more. Home is for me, my family, and everyone to be, “YOU.” At home you can speak your family language, follow, or do your cultures - be you, the way you are and no will judge you. Home is where everyone should belong, Zainab Ali (that is me) once said, "well our heart is at home and our soul store's keep the laughter, happiness, love, kindness, adventures - most of all, good days and memories, and so much more.” Home is a place to be happy, loved, playful, talk, laugh, belong, and you can be you and be kind to anyone, anywhere. Home is for everyone, to have, to be free (unless your parents say so) and loved. Home is different to everyone. For me, home is us playing games we made up and run to hug our parents after we have not seen them in a while.