bangladesh, identity

home-y skies

the thing about returning home is that everything remained but you have changed the feelings you crave are a mere reminder that time has passed and people you left are memories as i get older i realize i have many homes: i saw home in my sister’s eyes felt home in my friend’s arms smelled… Continue reading home-y skies

bangladesh, identity, immigrant experience

for your 241st birthday-

it has been an interesting year being American or rather contemplating "what am I?" [because I've mentioned before, "I'm from New York" never sufficed] too foreign for my mother-land too "FOB*" to be from here so what I am was lost somewhere between land, water, and the sky I am a woman I am an… Continue reading for your 241st birthday-

immigrant experience

she is~

from a land where genocide was not recognized from a tongue that could never be translated from the womb with a heart of gold from his word that she would be even more successful ...than a son from the amnesty of a special agricultural worker from a soul of remittances work to live by-the-day from… Continue reading she is~

Gender-based Violence, immigrant experience, public health, Uncategorized

Speaking Against the Silencing of Survivors

It wasn't easy to think about it...I was afraid to write about this; perhaps that's the very reason that I should.  **Trigger Warning** - This post is about sexual assault & gender-based violence. Perhaps in the 5th or 6th grade- I remember one Saturday, I was late to the mosque for a weekly session. That day,… Continue reading Speaking Against the Silencing of Survivors

public health, Uncategorized

Exploring an Identity (Part 1)

These past few weeks have been really interesting for me. Background: It is the first time I am visiting my motherland for a purpose other than family. It also happens to be my first time in a public health research setting (aside from an academic setting and a small community based organization I interned at… Continue reading Exploring an Identity (Part 1)