Imagine the kind of courage it takes to cross borders to leave what you know behind
When I was in sixth grade I read a cheesy book about a couple of girls whose parents were attorneys. I was intrigued by the idea of court cases, the amount of reading they had to do, and how they went up and defended their case. I told myself I wanted to do that with… Continue reading Representation Matters
To the first boy who I ever fell in love with: You broke my heart. You broke it a million times, then all over again. I guess you know that, though right? I used to think a lot, about what could have been or if the timing were different things would not have ended the… Continue reading To The First Boy I Loved
A little about my personal journey with an autoimmune disease.
These are short excerpts to the poetry book I am working on (coming soon)
Graduation still feels surreal. This post and my life right now are a little all over the place. I am finding myself in this world along with other recent graduates. I wanted to share a little about me and some advice for those who are on the same journey. I am finding a home in… Continue reading Graduation Still Feels Surreal
What I would say to the daughter I may or may not have. This however, is also to my chiquillas, to my lovely babies growing into powerful mujeres (women). Mijita, I want your scars to be a representation that you let yourself live— jump even when you are afraid—be the unstoppable force. Climb trees. Run.… Continue reading To The Woman of The Future
Cual es tu nombre? What is your name? Questions I always get after: “what does your name even mean?” “why is there a c at the end?” “did they spell your name wrong?” “is it syria like the country?” “why did your parents name you that?”… [x100] My name is a big part of who… Continue reading Como Te Llamas?
i might as will stay i might as well move let me walk on the pavement let the different streets feel my existence, at least for a moment. let the ground and my feet touch-- let me connect and be proof that i was here proof that i was there-- that I existed.