Who am I?

I was born and I sought an identity.
I wanted to know who I am.
They said you are your Fathers son.
I believed that until I found out,
That they didn’t talk of the bond,
But something they called Religion.

I was confused and asked my folks
And they said you are who you believe you are.
People said you can’t be both
You have to choose and take a single Oath.
I chose my own way,
Decided to say my Namaaz,
And also fold my hands and pray.

They said you can’t be a Hindu
Coz your people kill and they believe in Holy Warfare

They said you can’t be a Muslim
Coz you believe in idols and for a thread across your chest you wear.

I asked my folks again on why did this happen to me?
And they said “You are like the Wind that finds your own way”
That’s the reason they call me ‘Samir’
Coz the wind belongs to neither the Muslim nor the Kaafir.