gods country.

my father and i will never understand each other.

he grew up on the ruins of a fallen Mughal empire,

while I grew up under the hot Texan sun and a land that was taken by force.

our hearts speak different languages, my own mother's tongue a foreign concept to me.

born under the pretense of a false American dream.

i am the same age as my father when he left his father in the city of Nawabs. 

realizing his dreams are just dreams, must be why he embeds his claws so deeply into mine.