College Essay: I Am Muslim, I Am Black
I am Yasmin Mohamed Sheikh Abdurahman Noor Sheikh Mohamed Hussein. I am Somali. I am American. I am Muslim. I am a Black woman. I… Read More
I am Yasmin Mohamed Sheikh Abdurahman Noor Sheikh Mohamed Hussein. I am Somali. I am American. I am Muslim. I am a Black woman. I… Read More
“Dios mío, no puede ser (God, this can’t be),” said my mom, sobbing. Memories of all the moments I lived with my mom flashed through… Read More
Special ed. Those are scary words. I thought people viewed me as an idiotic outcast who wasn’t as rational or smart as the other students… Read More
I stood frozen in front of 250 people at my quinceañera. I could feel my pulse in the palms of my cold, pale hands, which… Read More
Fear is the mind killer, I repeated to myself. Even through relentless self-encouragement, my voice still cracked and shook with every syllable I spoke. I… Read More
My parents hardly ever agreed with one another. Growing up in a house with four children caused many complications for us. As children, we wanted… Read More
“Build the wall, build the wall!” the boy cried out. I was on edge, sitting in my chair and loudly tapping my foot. My old,… Read More
“William, you’re up first,” the teacher said excitedly. I was instantly anxious when my ninth-grade English teacher announced I would be the first person presenting…. Read More
“Las cosas que empiezan nunca paran.” The things that start never end. The spring day that took it all away; the existence of them was… Read More
I remember it like it was yesterday; I remember the crying of my mom and my two siblings. We couldn’t believe that something like this… Read More
The stars shined bright in her eyes, and I felt the night breeze blow past us as we stood on the balcony during the summer… Read More
“Dog eater!” I turned around in my chair and met eyes with the blue-eyed boy who was now three inches away from my face. He… Read More
As I walk toward the trunk of a red Nissan Altima with a bottle of laundry detergent, I catch a middle-aged Latina woman smiling underneath… Read More
As a 13-year-old, I remember eagerly awaiting the birth of my sister, who would be my fourth sibling. Her short life would forever change me. … Read More
The clouds in my grandfather’s eyes overtook me, drowning my heart. His gaze was soft and kind, filled with love. With a wide smile he… Read More
“Tag, you’re it!” he yells, barely touching my back as I jump onto the gray concrete barrier that separates the playground sand from the rest… Read More
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