I am angry because as a Muslim woman the hijab is not the only thing that encompasses my faith.
One time, when I was home over break, my mom found my bowl.
Before I could get better though, I got worse.
I am a minority, but I am not black. I am a Muslim woman, but I am not black.
Why isn’t the hijab afforded the same deference as other sacred elements of religion?
I barely noticed the absence of heating in the house anymore.
I called one guy out on all of his lies, and he told me that I was an ungrateful woman who would never get married.
When people see my father, they see a man they perceive to be barbaric and oppressive.
My first year at Tufts was anything but easy.
They thought they were helping her - protecting from the pain of grieving - but what they did damaged my mother in a way that I had never seen before.
To me, it was a transaction that could only be compared to something like buying a car.
I was the only person knew the details of the constant violence and the brute force used towards the Palestinian territories.