Ever since I returned to the US, there’s one, single word that constantly nags at me. A single word that makes me feel guilty when I find myself neglecting all things academic, a word that comes to me when I hear from friends who are finishing up a year in college, or others who are … Continue reading I’m not “productive”… but I guess that’s okay?
The past month of quarantine has meant that I have a lot of free time on my hands, and lately, I’ve been spending much of my time eating-- and cooking! I’m definitely a foodie, and in these weeks, I’ve been trying out a bunch of recipes, from falafel and hommos, to Moroccan salads, and of … Continue reading Daal Makhni, a family recipe
Wow… I can’t believe it’s been exactly two months since I last posted. I also can’t say that I have an excuse. What I can say, is that these lazy weeks (months?) of quarantine are the perfect time to get back into writing, since I have no mandatory coursework or responsibilities, and pretty much haven’t … Continue reading Morocco, Memories, and Home
I often tell my parents how lucky they are for having grown up in a society where they felt that they “belonged.” When I used to complain to them about the challenges of having a hyphenated identity, it was hard for them to understand why. And sometimes, it was hard for me to explain… Why … Continue reading Cultural Values, and being Unapologetically Eastern
One of the things I learnt about gap years, from being on one, is that they are absolutely misunderstood by the general public. Halfway through the program, people back home expect that I’m having the time of my life, and that I have everything figured out. That four months in a foreign country have allowed … Continue reading At Last, my “Gap Year Epiphany”
I interrupt my regular blog posts about life and learning in Morocco for a special announcement: I drank chai in Rabat! Not the appropriated “chai tea” found at cafes, but real Desi chai with real Desi people, both of which are not commonly found in Rabat. I don’t even drink chai much back in the … Continue reading Chai, and a few thoughts
As I write this, I’ve realized that it’s been over a month since I last made a post. The past few weeks have been filled with positives, negatives, and stressful times, and there are many new experiences that I have been wanting to reflect on, but have not had sufficient time or motivation to sit … Continue reading Finding Balance, Finding Home
“American… hmmm, but where are you really from?” It’s a question I hear multiple times each day, and at this point, I’ve made it into a game, because as a brown girl, saying "American" is never a satisfactory response. “Guess,” I respond, “What do you think?”. Occasionally, people are spot on, greeting me with “Namaste” … Continue reading Identity, Nationality, and Community, Here in Morocco
Sometimes, when I sit in Arabic class, I feel like an imposter. I’m the literal definition of “fake it till you make it,” or so it seems. Those are the rough times. The days when my teacher expresses her surprise because there’s a basic grammar concept that I don’t know, or I mess up for … Continue reading My Relationship with Arabic: It’s Complicated…
I stare at the homework assignment. Only 50% of the questions make some sense. I attempt the ones that I understand, and circle the rest, because there’s not much I can do just by looking at the sheet of paper. The feeling is so familiar, yet so unfamiliar at the same time. I’m used to … Continue reading Struggling, Learning: A reflection on the past month of Arabic classes
