Homeless Tag

One day I woke up and realized that my dreams no longer contained my native tongue, Urdu, from Pakistan but the language of America- English. When it happened a part of me was lost forever. I was around seven years old. My paternal grandparents, the only grandparents I have ever known, Daada and Daadi migrated from India, their ancestral homeland to Pakistan in 1947. In 1979, during political turmoil and within a corrupt country, Daada and Daadi decided it was time to migrate again but this time to Umrica. As immigrants, refugees, and dreamers there is much we are willing to sacrifice...