Straddled between India and Myanmar, just north of the Bay of Bengal, lies a small nation screaming its culture in my face even though I live my days in a far- away land. Despite being cradled in American society and culture, I am incomplete without the principal's my Bangladeshi mother gives me on a daily basis. I look at my gold chain every morning and remember the importance of aesthetics in my culture, which has been passed onto my mother from my grandmother and so forth. I look at my locket and see the religious symbolism it has to my family as a priest had blessed it for me and since then I vowed to never let it leave my sight. My necklace reminds me of the importance of culture and religion in my family. Though I am moderate when it comes to such things, I never forget where I came from and the importance of culture to my family. I am an American, but I am also Bangladeshi, and the dual identity is a part of me and this necklace helps me remember where I come from and the hidden meaning behind such materialistic goods.  

– Sanjeeda Mowla

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