Inside the mind of an immigrant
Let’s play with fire and broken glass let’s get a little crazy and burn down our paths let’s scorch our journeys and let this anger erupt let’s ignite our dreams because deep inside we’re all a little fucked. Beautifully ruined Poetry book: Curing My Venom
I ordered abayas from an online website, but I accidently gave the wrong address. I contacted the website, but they refused to help saying there wasn’t much they could do. My only option was to physically go to that address and ask them if they received my package. It didn’t seem so bad. But the … Continue reading I took off my hijab
It's been a long road I know I haven't done you any good but - our ways are parting now forgive me if you could. I know I've let you down because now I'm sinking deep watching you fade away into a dreamless sleep. There’s so much I could have done to ease this walk … Continue reading Life and death
My dad has been driving a yellow cab around NYC for the past twenty-five years. The yellow vehicle has become his second home; even though it’s a color I despise. He came to the US when he was twenty years old with approximately 100 dollars in his pocket. He has his own James Bond story, … Continue reading Daughter of a New York Taxi driver
Anxiety is a joke. If there is one thing, I hate talking about the most in this world that’s anxiety. Talking about anxiety gives me anxiety. Sometimes it bubbles inside and morphs into depression. Both are equally terrifying. I’d rather stare at a wall for hours then tell someone what’s going on in my head. … Continue reading Anxiety is a joke