To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard.
For you, a thousand times over. – Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
The Kite Runner. It is my first time reading this book, and I wondered why it took me so long to pick it up and start reading it. In all honesty, I guess I just wasn’t ready. It was not just for this book. I wasn’t ready to start reading for myself again. You know, the type of reading where you are curled up in your favorite place with a book in hand. The type of reading where you just read without taking a break except for eating and going to the bathroom.
I guess college kind of ruined that for me. I read because I had to. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be of much use in lectures and I wouldn’t be able to complete my assignments. It got really bad when I had 5 classes together and I was reading 4-5 different books each night, constantly trying to get through pages and pages of reading. That really killed my interest for reading books for entertainment. But I won’t say I regretted having to read those books back to back because I learned how to manage my time well. As an English major, I really learned how to read in between the lines. Now sometimes, even though I don’t try to, I start analyzing the book as I read it. And sometimes I stop myself and ask, ‘What in the world am I doing? Just read.’.
So, this is the first book that I’ve picked up for reading for fun. And what a book it is. It’s about love, friendship, family, hatred, the inner mind. It made me smile. It made me cry. Khaled Hosseini did a marvelous job. Not only did he capture the moment of which he writes, but he also captures the reader’s attention so well that the reader can’t help but to absorb every little detail of this captivating story. I have to say, my most favorite character is Hassan. His friendliness, his loyalty, his personality really touched my heart. If I am ever blessed with such friends as him, I wouldn’t give them up for the world. And Amir, he’s okay. Although there were some things that I disliked about him, I understand that he was just a kid at that time and so his feeling are understandable. I know that if he was told about the secret, he would have protected Hassan with his life. In all, this book is an awesome read and I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is looking for a good book to read (or re-read).
It was early morning. My whole 5th grade class was lined up the usual way we lined up after having breakfast, behind our respective classroom teachers. That was when they told us, “The twin towers have been attacked”. I don’t remember if we finished our classes that day.
Yo como tú
amo el amor,
el dulce encanto de las cosas
el paisaje celeste de los días de enero.
También mi sangre bulle
y río por los ojos
que han conocido el brote de las lágrimas.
Creo que el mundo es bello,
que la poesía es como el pan,
Y que mis venas no terminan en mí,
sino en la sangre unánime
de los que luchan por la vida,
el paisaje y el pan,
la poesía de todos.
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. – Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
1. I graduated from Temple University with a BA in English.
What’s up next? I want to pursue a Master’s Degree in Education with a concentration in English. I want to become a teacher.
2. I am from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
I came to America with my family when I was 6 years old. I lived in New York City before I moved to Pennsylvania.
a. Bengali (my native language) b. English (obviously) c. Hindi (learned it watching Hindi movies) d. Spanish (my foreign language)
4. I am the eldest of three. The other two are my brothers, Protick and Reza.
Although they really know how to get inside my head, I really love them for their little shenanigans. They always know how to cheer me up at the end.
5. In accordance to #4, I wish I had a sister.
In exception to my mother, I’m the only girl in my family. Sometimes there are some things that you just can’t share with your mother, let alone your brothers.
6. I’m a writer. (You’ve probably already noticed that though.)
Poetry is mainly my line but I also write other things as well. If you look at my portfolio, there’s a tab for Short Stories. However, there’s nothing in there as of yet as the stories are still in the making. Also, I sometimes combine two genres together like I have done in Ekushey February and Remembering The Holocaust.
7. I am a bookworm.
Wherever there is a book, I’ll pick it up and start reading. I love books that make me smile, books that make me laugh, books that make me cry. I believe that books are the doorways to new worlds. They provide access to perspectives different than mine. Some of my favorite authors are J.K Rowling, Jodi Picoult, Rabrindranath Tagore, Khaled Hosseini, Shel Silverstein, and Rumi.
8. I’m into Anime and Manga.
Some of my favorites include Naruto, Full Metal Alchemist, One Piece, Fairy Tail, and Attack On Titan. Attack On Titan was introduced to me by my friend, Sharanika.
9. I really don’t like scary movies.
I hate the scary music and specially the pop-ups. Surprisingly, the only exception to this statement is The Walking Dead. I still think it is scary (really scary and gross, at times,) but it’s also rightly addicting. The first time I watched it, I had nightmares for days. You see that person on the couch, with her eyes, ears, and nose closed, that’s me.
10. I cry my eyes out when there’s a sad scene in a movie (Oh! And books too!).
I’m the only one out of my whole family that cries during these scenes.But it’s not just for any sad scene. It depends on how the story has progressed and the how the character has progressed within it. My brother tells me that they are just stories. But no story is ever just a story.
11. I never picture myself with glasses.
And it’s weird because glasses have been with me since I was 9 years old.I guess I never fully accepted it when my eye doctor told me that I needed them. One year, he said. I needed to wear glasses for a year and my eyes would get better. Well, I’m still wearing them. Instead of getting better, I think I’m just getting blinder and blinder.
Driving through the known streets of home.
The breeze, nice and gentle,
Brushes against my hand
As I play with it.
The moon hangs in the corner,
Like a picture.
My mind wanders off into the night.