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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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....
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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...
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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...