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HOME a spoken word poem by Zohab Zee Khan - Punjabi, Urdu, English

HOME by Zohab Zee Khan Chal Chal Bulleya usi othe chalye jithe sare apne Chal Bulleya chal usi othe chalye jithe sare anne Jiteh koi zaat na pucheh Na koi saanu manne Chal Bulleya chal Chal ghar chal Chal Bulleya chal Chal ghar chal Let me go Let me go to where I can call them all mine Let me go to where they’re all blind Let me go to where they do not ask of my last name nor linage Let me go to where they do not know me Let me go Let me go home Let me go Let me go home Home is memories of my Grandmother getting lost in the dama dam mast Qalandar of qawwali Each midday she would sit, radio tuned, eyes closed and fingers tapping to the raag of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Home is the first fast water break sip of Ramadan It is my mothers arms after months on the road It is the Urdu we trade to each other on the phone She says come home son But also says “Ghar aur Allah dono dil mein rehte hai na” “Home and Allah both live in your heart son” Home is in my sisters laugh that fills rooms to the brim It is in my brothers cafe where we sip lattes and chew fat about money, politics and bench press gym sessions It is in our fathers lessons “Chup kar keh suno” “Shut up and listen" It is in past pain of fathers backhands that are never discussed, rather hushed It is why I ran For home was never safe So I sailed seas and learnt manhood through mistakes and fractured hearts They say home is where the heart is So I leave a part of my heart wherever I roam so that the world may become my home Home is boarding passes and Abu Dhabi airport lines It is in that one conversation in Shanghai that saved my life And on that Ho Chi Minh city rooftop where I finally exhaled It is in travelling It is in walking It is in walking till feels blisters peel and become petals See I was never made for one place For I am the legacy of my Grandfathers footprints across new borders I am the legacy of daughters being considered less than sons I am my 11 year old father on a boat bound for Pakistan A land he is about to see for the very first time I am my 19 year old mother Donned in gold marrying a man she is about to see for the very first time I am my trilingual tongue tripping over Urdu and Punjabi Mahi hoon ghar I am my own home Kadi kadi nani di Yard ajandiya qawaali di raag che Chal Chal Bulleya usi othe chalye jithe sare apne Chal Bulleya chal usi othe chalye jithe sare anne Jiteh koi zaat na pucheh Na koi saanu manne Chal Bulleya chal Chal ghar chal Chal Bulleya chal Chal let me go home. ------------------------------------ FOLLOW → patreon:   / zohabzeekhan​​   → website: http://zohabzee.com​​ → facebook:   / zohabzeekhan​​   → instagram:   / zeemoneysupercool​​   → twitter:   / zohabzee​​   ------------------------------------ Filmed & Edited by Zohab Zee Khan ------------------------------------ ABOUT Zohab Khan is a performance poet, educator, motivational speaker, didgeridoo player and hip hop artist. Zohab has built a formidable career in spoken word poetry, culminating in taking out the title of the Australian Poetry Slam Champion in 2014 and co-founding The Pakistan Poetry Slam in 2015. As a 4th generation Australian of Pakistani heritage and having been raised in regional Australia, Zohab has channeled his distinct life experiences into stories with the intent to educate. He seamlessly integrates Urdu and Punjabi into his work as he confronts a range of social issues. Zohab’s high energy and powerful words have left countless inspired. ------------------------------------