November 17, 2018

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 war zone.

A quarter of my long red scarf touched the dusty road and covered my big, long, greasy brown hair. The dust covered every inc...

April 12, 2018

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 any time soon…

My dad—whom I’ve always referred to as Atim —grew up in the heart of Asia, in a mountainous rural village in northern...

February 28, 2018

          In first grade, I used red colour to enthusiastically paint a duck that looked like a goat. This neatly describes my artistic skills 12 years later: I still use stick figures to depict my parents, and the house I drew in my journal looks nothing like my child...

November 10, 2017

“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 ultramarathoners as my brain chased one thought after another to prepare the next sentence. I had been asked to talk about the importance of bein...

August 30, 2017

             Sitting on the steps of the Chemistry Building with rain hitting the windows and the sound of thunder travelling through the glass, I find myself impatiently checking the weather app; even though by now I don’t quite trust it anymore.  After surfing throug...

July 20, 2017

“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 in.

“Just run? No ball, no one chasing you, nothing like that? Just walk really fast?” she asked.

“Yeah, pretty much, you can think of i...

July 5, 2017

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.

“Aren’t you scared? I mean you should be more scared than anyone else, right? Nabra was shot in Virginia.” Words flew out of my mouth a...

June 15, 2017

          Buzz, buzz, the notification from my Muslim Pro app, which measures Islamic prayer times, appeared on my iPhone screen. Maghrib in 5 minutes, it said. For my non-Muslim readers, this was basically a notification that there were only 5 more...

June 3, 2017

                 “Why don’t you just take it off?” The question reverberated around my head as I was walking across the basketball court, curious eyes following me. Together with a massive smile and barely contained excitement, I...

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