The Unfamiliarity of the Night
In this blog I recall how far I have come, literally, to be able to run at night, sleep on my own, and deal with memories of life in a...
Oceans Away from My Soul...
In this blog I write about my illiterate Dad fighting for an education for his nine children and why I cannot return home to Afghanistan...
The Unknown Return
In first grade, I used red colour to enthusiastically paint a duck that looked like a goat. This neatly describes my artistic skills 12...
17 Hours, 50 Miles of Freedom; Report on My 50 Miler Race
“We are all equally crazy to be out here at 4:30 in the morning,” I tried saying these words slowly to a crowd of around 30...
Training in the Midst of Summer Days
Sitting on the steps of the Chemistry Building with rain hitting the windows and the sound of thunder travelling through the glass, I...
To Run Away or to Run Toward the Erratic Destiny
“Appa Mom, I also run,” I told my mother, known as “Appa” to us children, as she wanted to know the exciting activities I was involved...
Let Her Name Be Written in Capital Letters, NABRA
“Fatima, this is so SCARY.” I said as I rubbed my eyes after a sleepless night. A sigh, then 30 seconds of silence took over the phone....
Fasting, Running, and an Act of Kindness
Buzz, buzz, the notification from my Muslim Pro app, which measures Islamic prayer times, appeared on my iPhone screen. Maghrib in 5...
How I Became a Hijabi Runner
“Why don’t you just take it off?” The question reverberated around my head as I was walking across the basketball court, curious eyes...
