A Gem

ANJU IN WHITE RIBBONCame to a newly carved state Pakistan, a baby migrant from war torn disputed native land Kashmir, carried across camps bounded by barbed wires, by my Gracious brave Mother,accompanied by two year older sister…I find myself a citizen of a great Muslim country. I was then a year and a half old,not realizing what it means to leave your home, near and dear ones, your independence and above all ..The Peace…

Thus I became a Peace Seeker, a peace writer and discovered that I loved to write and Poetry with Memoirs was the favorite mode of expression


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