Inside the mind of an immigrant
Accepting that you are gone leaves a puncture in my chest the hole is so big that I start bleeding when the thought of you skims through my soul. Why did the earth have to be so cruel to me? Was I not kind? Did I not pray enough? I've become immune to the pain now … Continue reading Why did you have to leave?
https://videopress.com/v/wJ39qUm8?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I was nine or younger when a fourteen-year-old friend in my village was married off to a man much older than her. I was twelve or younger when that male relative said, “Wives are free slaves,” as we, the women, were setting up the table for the men to eat first. I was fifteen … Continue reading CURSE OF THE FEMALE
I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading the ten-year-old boy
My pregnancy wasn't all glitter and gold like you see on those Instagram posts. It was more of nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite and constant fatigue. I'm not complaining. My son is a blessing. He's my little bundle of sunshine. My Noor. My reason to keep moving forward. Without him I don't know how my life … Continue reading Anxiety with a dab of postpartum
I guess it was a change of heart when that white girl with the blue eyes called out to me after class. I didn't even know her name but she knew mine. Asia, she called me like the continent; completely butchering my name."You’re amazing. I love what you write. It's so raw and authentic and … Continue reading A change of heart
