A Wandering Jew
“But why?”
This became the epitome of my childhood and the main source of migraines for my parents...
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Jan 10, 20208 min read
A Refugee No More
My father was a Kashmiri Pandit, a Hindu in a Muslim-dominated area. But in those days, it was no real threat other than...
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Dec 27, 20199 min read
Fearfully and Wonderfully
But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,”...
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Dec 21, 20199 min read
Stronger Than the Tiger
Our village was surrounded by the forest on all sides, but those were not forests children could play in, because there were tigers...
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Dec 20, 20197 min read
What We Choose
Despite our town’s lack of resources, my father always tried to provide us with the best of every opportunity, and my mother supported him..
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Dec 11, 20199 min read
Life Is Never Promised
Life can be tricky; it’s like teetering along the edge of a cliff. One setback can land you on the streets...
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Dec 5, 20198 min read
The Gift of a Second Chance
With many, many patients coming his way, my father was highly esteemed—a venerated figure like a god, in fact...
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Nov 12, 20196 min read
Broken Shackles
It often feels like an unbearable privilege to write and make a simple living from taking all those wonderful and horrible patterns...
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Oct 14, 20196 min read
A Speedy Recovery
It was a dream that I’d been chasing since I was a child. But sometimes, the dreams we have can’t last forever...
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Oct 3, 20199 min read
The Fight of My Life
I lay in the hospital bed, pain racking my body as chemicals and super-science ran through my blood...
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Aug 29, 20198 min read
Home Is What We Feel
I loved my mom, but I didn’t get much time with her because she had bad lungs. She already had asthma, but her job only worsened...
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Aug 24, 20197 min read
A New Lesson
My parents taught us to work hard, help our neighbors and be respectful of others. My mum worked in an office and...
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Aug 16, 20197 min read
Where Do We Go?
I had what should have been an idyllic childhood, playing on the beaches and forests that surrounded our home...
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Aug 13, 20198 min read
To Witness Something Greater
Although my parents worked very hard, we were a poor family. We often didn’t have the money for heating in the winter...
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Jun 3, 20197 min read
No Longer Empty
When I was six years old, I sat in a chair and pretended to nurse my dolls. I was very conscientious with them as I cared for their...
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Apr 25, 20197 min read
The Nature of Love
I was born into a conservative Christian family in Nigeria in 1991 as the fifth born of six kids. Our days were happy, but strict...
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Apr 1, 20197 min read
Forgiving Myself
Even when he did seemingly nice things like drop us off at church, he was really only doing it because it was on the way to a bar...
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Mar 22, 20197 min read
As I Looked into the Eyes of My True Love
I did not come into a perfectly happy world upon my birth in 1883. My mother had always blamed my father for disappearing into his dirty...
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Feb 14, 20197 min read
Love Perseveres
Love is patient, love is kind. Love does not envy, or boast, or follow the exact schedule you planned. Love is messy, love is...
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Nov 28, 20186 min read
The Truth About Wealth
My father refused to work because he believed if we had too much money, we would be damned, so my mother and I would cut dry wood to sell...
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