As the oldest daughter of first generation Egyptian immigrants, I could write books about the intersection of Arab traditions and American customs.
As I switched from desktop to desktop, I examined carefully each of the necklaces on the screen.
This Eid, I will once again thank God for giving me a memory that will always embody the spirit of Eid.
She kissed my head and promised to be back before I woke up. After a week of no contact, it was evident that my mom wasn’t returning.
Dr. Seuss’ “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” and Arudhati Roy’s “The God of Small Things” are the only two books I’ve ever reread.
It doesn’t take more than two seconds for people to identify others who are—at least externally—very different than them.
While anxiously awaiting my order of frozen hot chocolate from Serendipity Cafe in Georgetown, my friend Shajuti remembered that she hadn’t prayed Maghrib.
The tiny, yellow pills were spilled all over the big pouch of my book bag. At first, I thought I forgot to close the pill bottle correctly the last time I’d taken my medication.
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