- Second Place in Sister Circle Challenge
In the Times Of Xenophobia
Dear Mama Anita, Mama, when we came here first, the language was the hardest part wasn't it? You practiced for hours, head bent over my borrowed laptop watching videos and old CDs. I remember the trips to the libraries, where you painstakingly selected the best books, and audiotapes and copied word for word pages upon pages of the mysterious English language.
Mirror, Mirror On The Wall, I'm An Aries So I Refuse To Hear Your Beck And Call
Dear Maria you asked why I am the way I am, You could say it all started the day my aunt dragged me out into the heat and then down towards the market in Iran claiming she knew of a 'Wise woman' who can help me get a husband. Ignoring my scowling and complaints of ''I don't want a man and never needed one!'', she towed me towards this half-falling apart store where we were called into a room by a bored teenager wearing a veil. She cautioned us to stay silent and wait for the wise lady to rouse from her talk with the holy one. We waited a whole hour and finally had a conversation with the wise lady wherein my aunt wailed about a niece in her late 20s who is still sadly single. Throughout the wait my aunt glared at me whenever I tried to shift from my position on the floor to relieve my numb legs. It wasn't like I was going to run with my hand captured in hers in a death grip and all my attempts at breaking free thwarted.
That Ain't Ego- That's How We Go With Black dynamite
This piece is dedicated to all the women of color who, in embracing their strength, taught me to harness my own. I have come across a lot of authors on my journey to become a semi-successful writer. There have been many strong women whose stories and words have inspired me and made me become more confident. From Joyce Carol Oats to Alice Walker and lastly Maya Angelou, each of them had one thing in common: These women were honest in their expression of a world that tried to contain them. They took this same world and liberated many through their stories. In participating in their journey to find themselves and in their love for truth, I've realized the power of my own words. From a girl and then to a woman, I have been endlessly inspired, everyday, to become the best version of myself.
The Curious Case Of The Man Who Disappeared
Four years ago if you had asked me: 'Anna, shut that computer down and tell me what Bitcoin is', I would have blinked at you stupidly. Now? I know Bitcoin is worth more than gold. Back then I hadn't dipped my toe into the world of investments and couldn't care less if the market rose or fell. I worked at a small market as a cashier and was paid minimum wage. I was only half-awake on my shifts and when I got home it was all I could do not to fall on my bed and sleep like there was no tomorrow. I thought Bitcoin was only for rich or some country's currency.
A Mountain, A Girl And A City Frozen In Time
People are often shocked when I tell them I was born in a city close to the second tallest mountain in the world. Men and women have endlessly dared to reach the top, and scale the towering summit. It is not all glory though; it is called ''The Savage K2'' for a reason. Beneath tons of ice are bodies of previous expeditioners who gave their life for their dream of conquering one of the fiercest of nature's landscapes.
La Lechuza- The Barn Owl Who Takes Your Soul
I knew going out that night wasn’t a good idea. In hindsight, I felt like the universe had given me all the warnings. The strap of my new pink heals broke, my car took a whole 25 minutes to start in the freezing weather and Tom never returned any of my calls.
The Donald Effect; An Open Letter To The Former President Of United States
Dear Donald, Do you know what I miss in being a child? The way I was so happy with little things. My world was diminutive but it didn't have any mental boundaries I couldn't stretch. I playacted and was everywhere and yet at the same time, I was in my living room with my dolls too. My favorite Christmas movie was 'Home Alone: Lost in New york' because the child in me wanted to explore the world around me even as the adults warned me against the dangers of the world.
The Struggles Of OCD And Why Kindness Matters In This Pandemic
My brain moves at a unhurried pace some days. On others, my thoughts are like a freight train barreling into a wall: 'Do this! No, do that!'. If there was a soup of jumbled thoughts, it would be my brain. I thought the only safety is in numbers. That is when the universe aligns itself and I have control. When I have counted, a rush of dopamine follows, and I believe, for a little while that I'm safe.