Snow
Midnight December 2008:
Awakened
The cool air filled with emotions
A white blanket covered the dried brown grass
contrasting the humid, damp, scorching heat of Bangladesh
Snow
It fell from the sky onto my small hands for the first time
A frozen flake melting, leaving a small drop of water on my hand
Water
Miles of water, I traveled to become who I am now
A person
I am a person being subtracted from 164.7 million
and added to the 325.7 million
I am also a snowflake landing on new soil like
an airplane landing on a runway
I land in a new country
to be known as an
Immigrant