Who am I? The question that we ask ourselves from our early cognitive years to the day we die. The answer changes as we grow and live our lives and we never stop asking the question. Who am I? I’m a daughter, I’m a sister, I’m a wife, I’m a friend, I’m an entrepreneur, I’m a space traveler, I’m an Iranian, I’m an American, I’m a woman, I’m a CEO, I’m a Muslim, I’m an engineer, I’m an author, I am all that and yet I am none of it. These are the different ways people define me. They would relate to me in their own way – see me in their own light - and label me and box me as they see fit.
So Who am I? I am a human who loves to live its life to the fullest. That’s who I am
I have never been one to care much about what people think about me and how they label me. I don’t preoccupy myself with it, since I have very little control over it. Those who label me as an Iranian would argue with those who would label me as an American. Some would question why I should be called a Muslim and some would take offense if I wasn’t. At the end of the day none of it matters. At night, when I close my eyes and look back at my day, what matters is what I did and not what I was called doing it.
Who am I? I am a human – plain and simple- no labels attached. I would be honored if everyone would think of me and preferably others, as such – no labels attached. By labeling ourselves or others, we create boxes, boundaries and decide who belongs on what side of the line. We divide ourselves and by dividing ourselves one would determine which side of the line is better. Sometimes each side believes that their side is better and sometimes one side can be so persuasive to make the other side believe that they are on the wrong side. At the end it doesn’t matter which side you are on because no one wins. The labels we put on ourselves and let others put on us are just that- labels and they can be removed. Once we are free we can just be us – human – pure and simple.
I have lived my life fulfilling many roles, as mentioned above. Sometimes I did a great job at it and other times I came short. At the end however I filled each role with love. As long as love was involved, it didn’t matter what I was called – I was doing something I loved, something I wanted to do, and something that was important for me to do. At my core, I am someone who is at awe of this universe and this mystery we call life. When I was floating freely in space and looking back on earth form my safe haven amongst the stars, I saw a world without division- just one earth – in this vast universe. From my vantage point, the lines had been blurred and had become invisible. I knew that back on earth these imaginary lines were very much present and causing all of our problems, but up there the lines did not matter, they did not exist. I made a promise to myself- to remind people of who they really are and not which box they are in, because those lines – they really do not exist.