Home

Often related to a place of birth, ones territory, a place to call your own or the most comfortable place to sleep. To many of us, there is a point of time in our life where we wonder when will the day come to finally leave home just to spread your wings and broaden your horizon. Saying goodbye to curfews and hello to freedom. The liberty that leads to infinite wants and needs. Timeless time that belongs only to you and need not be limited by others. To posses the most precious sensation of all - a sense of belonging. Desiring to be bewitched by love but evading a broken heart, building the future and fulfilling the dreams. Hoping that the beatings earned as a child has endowed you well enough to survive in the real world. Frequently bewildered between the beast and the warrior, what is right and wrong. But often find yourself lost in your own world. Though we do not realize, no matter how far you go, you will always find yourself right back where you started, home. As water shall always find its way to the roots. The only existing road that is so flush which offers a journey free from precariousness where the desideratum of doubt would be considered gratuitous is the road home. A place where tears and happiness would not be peculiar nor shall anger be any discrepant. Through the ups and downs of life, home is where we belong. A magnet that shall never loose its magnetism. We are liberated when the time is right but if we get too far, we are pulled back. Our life is pretty much like an open book, written as time goes by but only published when we push up the daisies. A life filled with fantasy is no satisfaction but life without satisfaction is no fantasy. Each day at home has been taken as a letter, a beginning, an end and memories that shall ponder upon us without biting the dust. Home is the heaven on earth. Home is where you can be yourself without fearing judgment. You may fool the world with a mask but you may not fool your heart nor can you fool your family. A home has formed me, with the inauguration of me, a home has been built. When you turn around, you will always be the person you were. As for me, I shall always be Aliyah Rashid, daughter of Noraini & Rashid and the sister to Shahid, Zahir, Muhaimin, Sumayyah and Samiyah.