The Florida Mental Health Act of 1971, commonly known as the “Baker Act,” allows the involuntary institutionalization and examination of an individual. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, this September, I baker acted myself which means I gave up my own rights and let the hospital treat me as they saw fit, even without my consent. This was one of the best decisions … Continue reading the truth about the time i was in the mental hospital
^last time this joke could be used ladies!1! December 31st, I was sitting across from my friend Zainab’s face. She was smaller than she usually is, smiling through my iphone screen. We both discussed our resolutions, mine was to write more for my blog and make it public. We both probably set a bunch of other tiny resolutions, now forgotten and incomplete. A year later, … Continue reading My public blog, losing friends and rumors: 2018 reflection
Nineteen, That’s how old I am. I’m sitting on a bus currently, on my way north, brand new to traveling on my own. I recently put my first book up for pre-order, a thing I’ve been aspiring to do for as long as I can remember. I am thinking of all the novels I started and didn’t finish throughout the years. My earliest memory being … Continue reading Growing old and falling short
I want to preface this by saying, I’m generally a happy person. These are the kind of things everyone expects you to push under the rug or talk about in hushed tones and although that’s how I instinctively deal with things, I’m trying to be more open. I really didn’t think I would tell this story online. I know I’ve been pretty candid about struggles … Continue reading fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about
Light was streaming in through the mostly empty, half-unpacked dorm room as I sat on the generic desk with one of my best friends, Salma. She mentioned how before she even met me, she had heard my name around campus and had this idea of me in her head without ever knowing me. She expected me to be rude, condescending and cliquey when she met … Continue reading To All the Fake Friends I’ve Had
It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.
I’m sitting at an outdoor table at the suburban default for celebration, ‘The Cheesecake Factory’. I’m surrounded by a few cousins of mine but my ears are completely tuned to the family sitting at the table behind us. A middle-aged father laughs at something his toddler says, the mother gently scolds the older son and tells him to sit properly. I can’t help but smile … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.
PREFACE: This piece was written over the course of three years. Parts of it were written in the spring of junior year, parts in the fall of senior year and it was finished and edited in the spring of Freshman year (college is a series of recycling old writing, isn’t it?). There is really no point in me telling you this but my friend … Continue reading this is why i write.
“THIS TOO SHALL PASS.” This is, hands down, one of my all time favorite quotes. It’s a quote that I’ve carried close to my heart for as long as I can remember, it’s one that shaped how I’ve dealt with problems and how I see the universe. It’s a tiny quote from the bible and even though I’m not Christian, I’ve made it my mantra … Continue reading This Too Shall Pass.
I grew up in a predominantly white community with white best friends. I don’t really know when I learned to become embarrassed of my heritage but it probably happened somewhere between first and third grade. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that I never had a solid group of brown friends, I had a best friend in grade school named Aleena who was Pakistani but … Continue reading How I Grew to Love My Culture