Inside the mind of an immigrant
Because ever since I was young, I saw the discrimination between genders. I hail from a culture that aches for boys and frowns upon girls. When a daughter is born the news is tightly sealed, as if it is something to be embarrassed of, and when a boy is born sweets are distributed and laughter’s … Continue reading Why I wish I was born as a boy!
Please don’t yell at meI don’t know how to reactjust take a knife and slice my heartmaybe it wouldn’t hurt as bad. I’m not as strong as you areI easily tend to breakyou can’t just throw salt on my woundsand say it was a mistake. I don’t know why I am like thiswhy my mind … Continue reading Destroying myself
I'm always prepared for every situation. You know how there are different dimensions in the world with different possibilities. Like in one dimension I'm might be a successful author, while in another one I might not have anxiety. I would choose the second option over and over again. But regardless, in my mind I'm prepared … Continue reading The perks of Anxiety
If you blew on a dandelion all your wishes would come true. (Whenever my parents would take me to the park, instead of going to the playground, I would roam around and search for dandelions to blow on). Sometimes unconsciously I still do that. A four-leaf clover will bring you good luck. When I wasn’t … Continue reading Things I would believe in when I was young
I have full blown arguments with my little brother. We argue on space, on God, on life, on chocolate bars and even on Brussel sprouts. The thing about our arguments is that we never come to an agreement, not because we’re right or wrong but because we're both stubborn. We’re so stubborn that we’ll stick … Continue reading Human conditioning