Tareq Karimi

Tareq Karimi

To my Parents,

I can never repay you, no matter how much I try. From the spoils of war, you fled. You ran for a better life, a better opportunity, to an unknown place for your children. Coming to Canada as an Afghan refugee was not easy, but you made it seem so. I was only in 3rd grade and did not understand the hardships you faced. You would wake me up in the mornings, feed me, and walk me to school in the hopes of a bright future. Little did I understand how hard it must have been to move to the other side of the world, with a completely different culture, and a foreign language. Or how exhausting life can be when as an adult, and the amount of effort it takes to stay afloat. Yet you held your composure for years, persevered, and hid the fact that you were absolutely frightened inside. And now I am in a much better state because of your sacrifices, with the world in my hands. You've both grown old, and the wrinkles on your hands are a depiction of how hard you worked for us. You gave up your energy and whole lives for your family, and for that, I am forever grateful.

Love,
Tareq