Inside the mind of an immigrant
Another shooting ... 'Please don't be Muslim'the thought echoes in my mindthe man was whitebut Muslims in a mosque have died.For a moment there’s reliefat least people won't blame hijabs and beardsat least when I walk down the streetI won't be feared. But as the thought sinks inand I go through the newsthe shooter wasn't … Continue reading Please don’t be muslim
I curse at myself for being born a femalein a world that caters to men. Maybe if I had the “y” chromosome, things would be easierI wouldn’t have to fight for my voice to be heardover the roaring of a man’s. My words wouldn’t lose their meaning as soon as they slip out of my … Continue reading I curse myself
I didn’t know that even with so many words, I would lose my voicehow did I become so silent when loving you was a choice?I thought you’d help me heal, but the wound was so deepthat when I opened myself to you, I drowned deeper in this seaI didn’t know that loving you this much … Continue reading Love and the wound
When you're too nice, people tend to take advantage of you. They use your kindness against you, and sometimes, they even make you feel guilty about circumstances that are not in your control or are not in your favor.When you try to think for yourself, these same people try to get into your head and … Continue reading I am a people pleaser
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
