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If you really want to hear about me, the first thing you want to know is where I was born, and what my childhood be like, and from where I started to learn to live my life, about my education but I don't feel like going into it, so I am going to make it brief.

It was 7 minutes after 8pm. My sister was hiding behind the door, holding a curtain tightly, just leaving a small space for her eye to see inside the room. My mom was surrounded by many women, and was screaming with a pain, the enmorous pain that almost every women has to face one-day. It must be the hardest and longest night for my mom. The Night that I was born.

Being a child from a village, I ,had a small dream, and to make it happen, I have a big dream. My Village, Ghayabari, was far from the captivated places, where I can contemplate and think of my life and the way it is going to be. My dad, being a soldier had a very little time for family, but whenever he does have time, we would enjoy it to the fullest.

Time passes, Days, months and years. I was 9, when I first left my home to study out of my village, leaving my home, my dear friends and everything else. I started to live with my mom, in a new place with new faces, Everything seems so different. I was afraid, but was exicted, I was sad, but very eager to know about the new town. But wherever you go, Home remains Home.

And my home is "Home Sweet Home".