Why can't I just be a human being? I’m an Other in my own community and an Other in my own country.
I didn’t realize that I had a whole community of my people practicing veganism as well.
I called my mom and broke down. I couldn't do this anymore.
Is this who I am now? I thought. Is the only Indian thing about me my skin?
How could I, a quiet Indian girl, ever be comfortable with something like you?
Ethnically I'm Indian, right? You look at me and see a brown woman.
I tried finding communities outside of my faith, but nothing quite fit.
No one spoke like me, liked the things I liked, or even understood my lack of understanding weave.
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.
“Malaysia is a beautiful country. But I have been led to believe that I am a second-rate citizen in my own home.”
I never knew people would care so much about what I have to say.