Speak Arabic, they cajoled. Speak your mother tongue: Once it flows, it will flow like the sweetest honey.
Recently, I felt close to understanding my purpose and meaning in life. Yet, if you asked me what that exact meaning was, I couldn't tell you. I just know I felt challenged, alive, and right where I was supposed to be. Happy, even. A day or two later, the spark stuttered and weakened. I don't say … Continue reading #52essays2017- Week 3 – A prayer
The fragrant smell and steam of basmati rice and stew waft and mingle in the air, warming the house. Yet, my 16 year old hands grip the wood banister, fingertips turning white hot with rage. I look down at my exasperated mother who paces in the living room below.