I am reading I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou, it is the scene near the end of the book where
“Foko el fak, relax your eyebrows,” Salma utters from my laptop screen as I try in vain to keep another sweaty grunt in, swear
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the
It’s 2016 and I’m working at RiseUp Summit heading the Content department (which largely consists of speaker acquisition). My then co-worker—now best friend—and I
I hear the fajr call to prayer unsure if I am dreaming it or if my subconscious can really pick up outside sounds while
Today I saw her again. That girl. She was standing in line at a boutique in front of me arguing with the storeperson about

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