I come from rainbow-splashed saris
From chadors and hair covered up.
From seas of emerald tea leaves
Rippling in perpetual waves, but
Also grapes in grassy greens and rich purples
Tumbling into the mouths of hungry children.
I come from rice and curry, blended spices
The flavors that taste like home.
But I also know crispy tadig, hands
Scrambling for the mouth watering rice
Scraped from the bottom of the pot.
I am comforted by the sight of sparkling sapphire seas
And mystical majestic mountains.
I come from Christmas mornings,
From midnight mass in the Colombo church.
But also early morning praying
And visits to the mosque in the town of Shahrud.
Or easter baskets filled to the brim
Or the seven C’s laid on the Nowruz table.
I come from two ancient stone cities
One’s power from its young freedom
The other’s power from its long-lasting religion.
I come from two cultures
From two worlds
From two religions
But one life.