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Here is a place that feels like warmth

Hello! 
When I pondered about a favourite place, I couldn't help but think of my home country of Bangladesh. While I don't want to say that I don't think about that place often, it certainly isn't enough. 
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I think it is a favourite place because it holds memories of mine that can never be recreated. I haven't been back to Bangladesh since 8th grade and it isn't something that crosses my mind until my story of immigration comes to the surface. 

No matter how I spin it and how much of American culture I manage to accumulate every day, I just can't seem to shake away that I am at least a bit different at the core. And that's okay. 

While I love the whole country, this mountain that once used to be a castle holds a dear place in my heart. I believe it was one of the last places I saw the family on my dad's side. They always lived quite far away and even if I enjoyed their company, it was hard to meet with them. 

Now, more than ever, do I miss my roots. I had to leave all sorts of family to come to Tulsa, OK. It's nice to know that I am more able to engage with freedom and education but it is nice to reflect on the place that made me who I am. 
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  1. Laura GibbsAugust 22, 2019 at 12:19 PM

    How great that you are a connection to Bangladesh for the class this semester, Reety: that is so great! Through your family and your home country, you are connected to so many great cultural traditions: language, art, music, food, stories, everything. Here is an article about the Ramayana in Bangladesh: Ramayana popular performing art in Bangladesh... and maybe you will find a project you want to do for class that has a Bangladesh connection. I think that would be wonderful!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 29, 2019 at 8:33 PM

    Reety no one can share the same feeling about their home country like you and me even though i was brough up in United Kingdoms i visited India last time when I was about to go into 10th grade now it has been over 5 years Bangladesh is known for its sweets like rasogulla, mishti doi and the festival to celebrate arrival of mother Kali who kills all demons and even though she looks horrifying people still call her Maa- mother out of love. The red and white color of sari and the way to dress a bengali sari is amazing and food such as Hilsa fish with rice brings water to my mouth.

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  3. JessOctober 25, 2019 at 1:52 PM

    I can't imagine what a big change going from Bangladesh to Tulsa, OK would be, so it was really amazing to read your story. It must be so hard to not be able to go back that often as well. I know my mom moved from England when she was 14 and I know how much she wishes she could visit again.

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