I am a creative writer and a big coward

I wonder if Kabul is the same old city as it was after I left it together with Baba

I hear gunshots between Afghanistan and Soviet Union soldiers

I see myself as the greatest story writer in all of California in the next ten years

I want to go back in time to be a good and loyal friend to Hassan just like he has done for me

I am a creative writer and a big coward

I pretend like my whole lifetime is a great one to enjoy

I feel butterflies in my stomach when reminiscing

I touch the wind whenever I feel its breeze blowing through my hair. It reminds me of kite flying back in Kabul when I was younger

I worry about Hassan and Ali ever since they left Baba and I in our mansion in Kabul

I cry over the pain Baba is getting because of lung cancer

I am a creative writer and a big coward

I understand people make big mistakes just like I had in my early childhood

I say to close love ones “for you, a thousand times over” just like Hassan told me a few years ago

I dream about Soraya and I having a big family with lots of children to take care of

I try to learn from my mistakes from the past

I hope the best for my families’ future

I am a creative writer and a big coward