By NouranAs I sit in my room completely exhausted from finishing what must be one of the most grueling processes in the entire world, (i.e hosting an Arab gathering), I can’t help but notice a recurring pattern. In fact, you might be familiar with it as well because I believe it’s apparent at every cultural gathering…
By NouranAs I sit here in the Student Center pretending to do my work I catch a glimpse of a tall, young Middle Eastern man with curly black hair and emerald green eyes. He has just taken a seat, with a full course meal from Wendy’s (man, that sandwich looks good), and is being greeted by…
By SyjilI don’t think many of my friends realize how tough it is for a Pakistani kid to have divorced parents. For those of you who are Pakistani themselves, take a good, hard look at how your parents react to divorce and you might understand what I mean. The fact is that my divorced parents and…
By Ainee FatimaWhatever you choose to call it, periods are dreadful. During 5th grade, I remember hearing whispers from my classmates about the horrors of getting your period and learning about all the wonders of puberty. However, for a long time, talking about something that was a natural occurrence in the human body was considered taboo. At…
