I stared at the red dirt stain on my Nike shoes. My throat dried up and sweat trailed down the side of my face. Despite… Read More
College Essay: A visit to Thailand and a new outlook on life


I stared at the red dirt stain on my Nike shoes. My throat dried up and sweat trailed down the side of my face. Despite… Read More

Bam! Bam! I heard this sound early in the morning. People screaming, “Mungu nisaidie” (God help me). My body shaking and numb. My face hot…. Read More

Sweat dripped down the faces and bodies of the 14 exhausted teen dancers and scattered onto the slippery hardwood floor. Several stifled yawns. “Let’s do… Read More

Class starts at 8 a.m. But I have been at school since 6 a.m.—running stairs over a puddle of my own sweat and pushing my… Read More

Blood ran from Mama’s—my grandmother’s—arm and through the IV as the nurse said, “We will have the results in a couple of weeks and have… Read More

Fear and happiness hit my face. I was “home.” Finally. I had been traveling for two long days, from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, to Louisiana, wondering… Read More

While I was cleaning the living room at the age of 10 years old in South Africa, my sister, Halima, ran up to me and… Read More

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
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