Personal Narrative

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Peculiar path In one of the coldest days of winter, I opened my eyes to this mysterious world in a private hospital located in the most entertaining city, Tehran. Since that day, my dreams and aspirations have been shaped in an odd manner in a conflict of values. I grew up in Iran in a traditional Persian family that was also influenced by western values. We were living in the middle of an Islamic Republic with a fundamentalist Islamic ideology that conflicted with my family values. “Our Family values are fundamental principles, they solidify the foundation for a strong, tight-knit family,” my uncle always says, to remind us the importance of the family values. My family’s values consist of honesty, generosity, forgiveness,…show more content…
His effort gave me the idea of using poetry to relieve hardship. The night after we came back from Bam to our camp in Jiroft, a city near Bam, my values had completely changed. I was ashamed of myself. Compared to the victims of the earthquake, I had all the breaks and advantages, and had used them all unappreciatively. I had finally found myself and realized it was time to give back. The Bam earthquake has affected me deeply, and changed many aspects of my life. Since then, that smooth, confident boy I once was has changed a lot. I have become a dedicated member of the Behnam Daheshpour Charity Organization. I am thankful that I had a chance to experience the real world and feel real satisfaction. Satisfaction not focused on myself, but rather the satisfaction from helping others. I saw appreciation in the faces of the people through simple smiles and eye contact. Although I will always value education and put my whole effort into my studies, I now see the bigger picture of life which compels me to help people whenever I have the opportunity. I learned to be friendlier to strangers, to love people, and to stop judging people by their looks or social class. Not only did this experience help me see outside of my own box, but it also opened my eyes to the world of art and poetry. Although I grew up in a closed-minded and politically isolated country, I have managed to evolve as a
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