Amsterdam, 8 juni 2005


My memory started when I came to Holland
All of a sudden I was blessed with a mum and dad
Lost in an orphanage my faith was by looking over a table
My eyes caught them and they were falling for mine

No memories I have of my life in Persia
My first year spent in a country I don’t remember
I was made in a time I can not describe
They have chosen for me and destiny took its own way

Memories of my birth, somebody must have
Unfortunately I will never find out
Do they still remember that time or has it been forgotten
I was there if only my memory would reach that far

Memories I have of my childhood, my youth and my adolescence
Happy at start but struggling along the way
Uncertainties about my different look and appearance
Got the overhand of not finding my own path

Memories of school but always being different
And I so much wanted to blend in at that time
Conscious and shy I have been throughout school
It all started when I really had a good look to myself

Memories of the happy times
Not being a child anymore made me Farideh
By choosing my path I became who I am
My memory will last longer than this lifetime


About elinexplores

I am Eline Farideh, sometimes I am Eline and most of the time Farideh too . Always writing from both views. ElinExplores and I will Find Farideh in the meantime. Iranian Dutch. Persian Soul in Dutch Life. Flying down to earth. With love and light. For you.. and I.
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