Every time I visit my grandparents in their huge house in Blaine, I hear a broken record. “I’m so happy you’ll go be a doctor… Read More
College Essay: Forging my own path

Every time I visit my grandparents in their huge house in Blaine, I hear a broken record. “I’m so happy you’ll go be a doctor… Read More
Misguided saviors trying to save a simple Muslim girl but they can’t seem to comprehend that I don’t need to be saved, for I have… Read More
I look around, seeing two naked Turkana women carrying a pile of wood above their heads. Sacred red paint covers their bodies. Heavy and large… Read More
The heat pressed against my skin on a humid June afternoon. Carrying change in one hand and bubble tea in the other, my grandmother and… Read More
When I was 12, I declared war on my skin. I spent years squeezing, pinching, poking and feeling pain. I felt beautiful on the inside,… Read More
“Tu hermana tiene autismo.” “Your sister has autism.” Those four words changed my life. In the fall of 2015, my parents, my two sisters and… Read More
“He’s coming,” I told my mom as we looked out of the glass patio door at home, waiting for my dad. “He’s just running late.”… Read More
As I unfolded on the cold, hard ground behind the gym bleachers with tears rolling down my eyes, I sensed that I didn’t belong. Earlier… Read More
“Ouch,” I thought, after what seemed like a typical insect bite on my left leg. That is, until the sharp and unbearable pain put my… Read More
I landed in Cairo at a revolutionary time. It was a hot day in Tahrir Square, the birthplace of the Egyptian Revolution. Cars honked, trash… Read More
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