Veiled Identity

I spent my summer with my family, people who care about me, feeling comforted by their presence. My summer was filled with laughs and long nights, staying up so late we would pray Fajr before leaving my cousin’s house. A time of the year that is anything but isolating for me, but rather, with overwhelming…

172: Indian Muslims

During a family stay in New Delhi during my junior year holiday break, I witnessed protests advocating for Islamic equality. I watched as people from the Muslim community gathered in solidarity, chanted, and marched for their rights. Seeing the blur of faces, flags, and signs resurfaced my experiences of alienation as a Muslim woman in…

drowning

Drowning By Umiemah Farrukh I know what it’s like to drown. It’s embedded in my mind clear as day I got shoved into the deep end by some kids at the pool I can still hear their laughter in my head,  reveling in their cruel, beautiful joke.  I remember the splash my body made as…