The past couple days have felt devastating with executive orders left and right that don't represent the America I know. But I've never felt prouder to be an American.
Telling a child that her bully is just trying to show her he likes her is excusing his bad behavior. It justifies aggression as a means of communication.
I am mourning the America I have always believed in. And for the scariest split second, I wasn't ready to keep fighting for it.
That's why it was so troubling to hear a parent say that he would rather only the "Muslims of quality" attend events instead of everyone.
I'm not quite sure how you even breathe without choking on your own inflated ego, but please digest this: your words and your hate do not weaken me.
I don't think anything could have prepared me for the moment I walked into that hammam.
Now, most people would say this was a harmless comment, something I should have forgotten moments after it was said. But I can't do that.
Honestly, surrounded by masses of people with no space to breathe is when I feel loneliest. Lost, even. For a long time, I thought that was a problem.
It's not okay to keep telling children that piety looks like segregation. Because it's not true, and it sends such a twisted message. It's not okay to tell children that a high-five is inappropriate because it leaves room to be interpreted as something "more."
Once you start watching, you really can't stop. And you're not sorry about it.