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...