Nothing seems to be working out. At the start of this year I had two clear goals in my head. We were actually getting so close to going to Pakistan. We (my 3 siblings and I) have been yearning to go since we came to America 13 years ago. We want to visit so badly. There is this emptiness in our hearts that needs to be filled by the aromas, the dirt, the culture, familial bonds of the motherland. My youngest sibling was only 7 months old when we immigrated to America. Yet he has wanted to go the most. Every year, since 2004 our parents have said the infamous words “inshAllah, next year,” and that next year never came. Now it’s not entirely their fault because my sisters are on their way to college and need to take college courses during the summer but GOSH!
