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Sore Throat
Why do voices get cut when just about to speak up? What is it that keeps us down to what we shall stand up? If such a perfect world, then why were we intended to protestingly speak? If the world were created to be this, why were we given a voice to speak? Maybe we… Continue reading
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Between Lines and Lands
“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.” -Constitution of the United States- First Amendment We are supposedly… Continue reading
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The Protest That Wasn’t
Friday March 13 11:25 pm There were many Instagram stories about the upcoming protest that was supposed to take place on Friday from 11:05 pm to the end of lunch by students who wanted to make a move against the current President Trump administration and ICE. Unsure of how this move of mine would affect… Continue reading
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“How Dare She?”
What to be feared more Then a woke woman Then one who sees behind the circus curtains Then one who doesn’t follows blind the oppression She is dangerous to patriarchal culture A theath that refuses to worshipfully suffer How dare she speak with a mind of her own? Definitely her faith that is by the… Continue reading
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Bride Of Buried Dignity
There comes the small will of desire in pride With the pain of generational trauma as a bride The bride to a country of unlivables, buried underneath Of dignity that snatches women’s lives? died Continue reading
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Heaven Was Mandatory
“An essay and presentation due Friday, you choose the topic.” It took less than a minute, and all of a sudden I recall the dear a country ruled by thieves; kleptocracy and kakistocracy -government by the worst, and a system built on the rountin violation of human rights in my country. How can such a… Continue reading
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Before The Blink…
Day by day passes, it all will ¨feel like a blink of an eye, ¨ they say. I like to hold onto my daily thoughts, sometimes writing them down on a sheet of paper, hoping they won’t disappear until the day when the blink happens, when Im no longer who I am right now. Maybe… Continue reading
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The night of November 27th
It’s November 26th at 11:27 pm when we first hear about the tragic attempted murder of a Taliban member immigrant to two of the U.S’s national guards. News like this feels heavier than headlines, especially for those of us whose identities are already fragile in public perception. It was already the situation where immigrants are in… Continue reading
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Phone call
…My phone rang… It was two of my dad side aunts behind the phone, people I hadn’t seen in five years now. It felt like they were placed in my subconscious. I could tell I knew them, but a feeling kept me from truly knowing them. I couldn’t hardly understand their accent. Their deep accent… Continue reading
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Our Symposium
was a symposium on the Hazara genocide and exile taking place in Philadelphia at Handford College. According to my traveling experience in America, it wasn’t that long, 3 hours from where we are, and if I could turn back time, I would have joined as many times as possible, but this time with more sleep.… Continue reading
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