Inside the mind of an immigrant
This was just my personal experience. Every pregnancy is different.Throughout my pregnancy, I couldn’t tolerate milk, juice, lentils, most vegetables, or anything remotely flavorful. Spicy food was completely off the table. Most days, I lived on unsalted crackers. In the beginning, I went through a cheese obsession; it was the only thing I could stomach. … Continue reading A taste of pregnancy
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 was born in Pakistan; we moved to the United States when I was four years old. We moved back to Pakistan when I was seven years old, and we stayed there for about six years. We mostly lived in the city and would often go to our village over the summer break or on … Continue reading The knife and the curse
