| October 16, 2017 | 0 Comments

My family spends

Their mornings,


And nights


With chai.


And with every sip,

They dip within them,


It’s a cultural thing, you know?

A special sweet we eat.


We take the dessert,

And stir it in,

The pool of milk and black tea.

The chai.


Oh excuse me,

I bet you’re more familiar with the term

Chai tea?

Yes, well.


They’re crisp and tough,

And soak in the Tea tea,

Until at the perfect moment,

We lift it up,

And take a bite.


How foreign.

How exotic.









Cake Rusks?


Well shit,

I don’t even like them all that much anyway.



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Soubhana Asif

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Soubhana Asif is a junior at Boston University majoring in Biology and double minoring in Arabic and Medical Anthropology. "Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you. But all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true."

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