Many people didn’t know what Pakistan was. Right after 9/11, they did…
Read MoreThough I may have felt alone at times, I never really was…
Read MoreOne of the neighbours we connected with was a family from the Netherlands. Their lives mirrored our own as they too had recently relocated with a toddler in tow, exactly the same age as ours...
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I will always be on the move. I will always choose this path no matter how lonely it may get sometimes...
Read MoreEach person is more interesting than any one aspect of their identity too, and everyone owes it to themselves to experiment and discover themselves, instead of just assuming the identity placed upon them by their societies…
Read MoreThe scene of a Muslim family decorating a built-in home bar at Christmas felt normal to me at the time…
Read MoreI took everything I could from Nashville and in return, Nashville took everything out of me. I haven’t figured out how to make this city my home and I don’t know how to stay…
Read MoreTheir beloved poet Rabindranath Tagore was quoted, and the paintings of renowned Bangladeshi painter Zain Ul Abideen were reminisced about. My friend and I, being Pakistani, were egged on to…
Read MoreDo you ever feel like you have an alter ego for each city you go back to? I know Nashville changed me, I learned lessons here I’ve never learned anywhere else and I hope that those stay with me when I move…
Read MoreIf sharing our personalities, sharing our music and cultures, and celebrating our differences and diversity are the most beautiful and connective forms of interaction, then what difference does it make that we are not physically together when we do this?…
Read MoreIt is so helpful to get out there with an open mind and some level of trust in the people you are going to meet…
Read MoreWe met, a unit. Things progressed. New challenges, fewer meetings, simple distractions…
Read MoreI had kept my story to myself because it’s uncomfortable, and people never knew what to say…
Read MoreA stamp printed on blue paper in a stingray shape (blame the flaps). Just enough space without lines, to let others know you are still alive…
Read MoreI adapted to the new environment, but life never became easier. As I walked down the street, students from my school would yell, calling me Chinese…
Read MoreAfter a heavy meal we would scour the roads for a terang bulan stall. Terang bulan is a big, round Indonesian pancake, made of sugar and coconut milk and cooked in a pan smeared in palm margarine…
Read MoreThe earliest memory of me actively rejecting romantic love was in middle school. When I saw how nosy, gossipy and intrusive all my classmates became if anyone decided to date, I resolved to not be a part of this experience altogether…
Read MoreWhile waiting for information about her funeral, I found out it was already taking place and I would miss it…
Read MoreJay and I stayed up till almost 3am that night realizing we had much more in common than we thought, shedding tears and spilling our life secrets…
Read MoreThe memories of the last goodbye would come flooding back — the guilt that I hadn’t embraced the moment, the feeling of contentment that I had made friends for life, the experiences I had locked into my memory, and most of all, the sadness that this all was all coming to a grinding halt…
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