Inside the mind of an immigrant
If you blew on a dandelion all your wishes would come true. (Whenever my parents would take me to the park, instead of going to the playground, I would roam around and search for dandelions to blow on). Sometimes unconsciously I still do that. A four-leaf clover will bring you good luck. When I wasn’t … Continue reading Things I would believe in when I was young
I have full blown arguments with my little brother. We argue on space, on God, on life, on chocolate bars and even on Brussel sprouts. The thing about our arguments is that we never come to an agreement, not because we’re right or wrong but because we're both stubborn. We’re so stubborn that we’ll stick … Continue reading Human conditioning
Ever since I was young, I remember always being pushed back. I remember being behind the curtains and never on the front line. I remember being scared of love and affection. Everything was always about my cousins and how beautiful their drawings are, and how cute they look. That made me very insecure. I love … Continue reading Why I write
The worst kind of pain is the one where you can't express yourself. Where words transform into tears and your voice starts to crack. You feel that lump in your throat and it expands with every passing second. Where your heart is bleeding and you can't tell anyone. Where you have so many people around … Continue reading Understanding pain
Take this and that. Don't forget that. Oh, and what about these. Everything. Take every single thing you can even if it means that you'll have to carry it on your back like camels do. You never know when you might be needing a jacket even though the temperature is rising to a hundred degrees. … Continue reading Perks of being Muslim while traveling
