Racially Ambiguous and Striving

Whenever I meet new people, one of the first questions Iโ€™m met with after they ask me what my name is, is โ€œwhat are you?โ€ Continue reading “Racially Ambiguous and Striving”

American Raised

I never fit in anywhere. I always felt like I was in a state of limbo. Iโ€™m too American for Pakistan and too foreign for America. Pakistan never understood me and America never liked me. My whole life, for as long as I can remember I felt like I have to fight for my place everywhere I go. You will never understand how much being a Muslim in America dictates my life; until you experience it for yourself. Continue reading “American Raised”