Two Worlds, One Childhood

At home, the news flickers, Al Jazeera’s voice

Stories of lands far away, wrapped in my parents’ choice

Whispers of a past I never quite touched

A place of roots and struggle, memories clutched

Outside, the streets hum a different song

Danish skies wide and calm, where I belong

The language I speak, the playground I know

But inside, two cultures quietly grow

Lunchboxes hold flavors of worlds apart

Spices that dance with my Danish heart

Conversations split between “why” and “when”

Bridging the gap again and again

I am both the child of distant lands

And of the neighborhood’s gentle hands

A story told in double tongue

Where two worlds meet and become one.