Sometimes, it’s the little moments in passing that unite us most.
My conjoined family is what is rooted behind everything I do and care for, and my most cherished memories are with them. However I can’t say I’ve always appreciated them, and it wasn’t until the summer of 2007, when I had to live with them, that I had to.
On dealing with an 18 year long culture shock.
There is just something fundamentally wrong with telling someone that her skin is too dark and that she has to do something about it.
Reflections on social identity.
In which Aaraf ponders the myth of self-discovery amidst “the college experience.”
April 19, 2013: My first impression of Boston was of a closed and silent city during the Marathon bombing manhunt.
It’s been a year now, and I still remember the emotions I felt the day I went to not attend PAX East 2015.