Inside the mind of an immigrant
Mama walked ahead of me while my aunt trailed behind her. They were holding shopping bags in their hands that were filled with old t-shirts, pants, and shalwar kameez, my siblings and I refused to wear. "We shouldn't have bought her with us," my aunt said as she threw an angry glance at me. I … Continue reading Understanding suicide….
I am a path seeking an unattainable haven A refugee looking for a glimpse of peace, On an island plagued with death I am the first ray of dawn That soldiers see after the end of every war I am a wanderer of a lost craven, Aching for a sight of shore
Sometimes I don't wake up to sunlight peeking through my windows. I wake up to a dark invisible cloud looming above my head. I don't hear the chirping of birds and the rustling of wind. I hear my own heart bashing against my chest and the blood surging through my veins, and it is in that … Continue reading A day with Anxitey….
