The Name is quite a quandary, Constantly collecting curators. An identifier oft identified incorrectly, Ourselves the biggest perpetrators. “Hi, my name is Amal,” I said, “Just like a shopping mall.” Though reality disagreed within, I swayed to society’s call. For a year wandering lost, Unfamiliar and alone, Scraping by and trailing exhaust, Too willing to…
I remember walking inside the empty Pauley Pavilion for the first time. Visualizing the arena’s aesthetics, the baby blue Pac 12 logo inside the three-point line on either side, the famous UCLA logo on center court and all the retired jerseys that hanged above the arena’s seating. There was one jersey that stood out to…
When I planned a trip to the Disney Parks in Asia for spring break, I was ecstatic. I’ve been a Disney fan since I was a little kid, and going to Tokyo Disney Resort has been my dream for so long. The day after finals were over (for me, March 12th), I hopped on an…
It is a shared experience among Muslim Americans that many of us were unable to identify with Muslim characters on film and television programs we watched while growing up. This is not merely an accident or coincidence. Muslim characters have been portrayed as one-dimensional, backwards, and violent ever since the creation of the American and…