Identity. Identity is equal to. Religion? Family? Career? Everyone has something that defines who they are by the exclusive things they do and by a series of events. My life is filled with positive and negative experiences. Death, religion, and the movement of my family.
Death. Terrifying. “Every moment a breath of life is spent.” Precious and once this breath has vanished a family has been disheartened. I have been disheartened, after my grandmother died. Life is precious it should be valued and cared for. Sitting in the front of the funeral home while listening to people gossip about how my grandmother “has not made [her] load” or she has not done anything important in life made me want to scream. I wanted to scream that she gave me food, water, shelter, education, happiness, and strength. I remember her “sitting with great anticipation” to listen to Hazar Imam’s Farman. She would sacrifice anything in order to listen to these Farmans because these Farmans gave her a feeling of relief and represented a pathway to a more balanced life filled with happiness, and satisfaction. Once I knew she had gone away forever “a trembling dissolution” filled me. I knew that the rest of my family members would soon carry the body to its grave so I had closed the doors on myself. I had resigned from reality. During this time I discovered a new personality within me. Quiet, serious, loyal and faithful with extremely well-developed senses, and aesthetic appreciation for beauty, flexible and open-minded. I had created this personality of mine to withstand the harsh atmospheres I was exposed to in the funeral home. I used to be the kind of girl that was quietly forceful, original, sensitive, extremely intuitive about people, and concerned for their feelings. Today these traits still stay within me but I shield them because I want to be strong and self-reliant.
Death gives a person nothing but grief but for me at that very moment I learned 3 things. First, I must be strong and...