Alone is the new black

Every lunch, all of the students would be playing outside. All minus one. It was fourth grade, and I liked to spend my lunches by myself, in a corner of the classroom, because there would be no one there. Many times I would be “caught” by teachers, and I would be encouraged to engage more […]

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Identity crisis: expectations confuse even me

The immigration officer checked my passport one more time and asked me a few more questions than he had asked the other passengers, so it took a bit longer than it did with everyone else. He told me to put my veil behind my ears so they would be visible to the camera, and I […]

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Silence is almost as harmful as hateful words

I feel invisible as the crowd pushes and guides me to the staircase where my locker lays. But this crowd is slow, and I can hear almost every laugh in harmony. Almost every conversation floats into my ears. I try to smuggle my way through the large hallway that is decorated with hundreds of backpacks […]

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