Nothing was the Same
<![CDATA[By Saja Elshaikh. When I opened my eyes to the social issues in Sudan, I began to see things that I did not see as a young child. ]]>
Words Unspoken: The Philippines Revisited
<![CDATA[By Kimberly Aglipay. I learned that trying to blend in included keeping my mouth shut; I didn’t want anyone to know that I couldn’t speak Tagalog.]]>
My home is no longer a battleground
<![CDATA[By Phumeena Balasuberamaniam. A sense of belonging is not attained simply by sharing nationality, religion, race, language, or social hierarchies, but rather from the relations of solidarity in recognizing and fighting for a common purpose. ]]>
<![CDATA[By Farwa Ali. I had the privilege of traveling to Saudi Arabia with my family to perform ummrah, a pilgrimage to Makkah that is outside the timeframe of the better-known hajj. ]]>
Where I am meant to glow
December 11, 2015. By Hella-Genet Fesehaye. The calm waves mimic the gentle flow within my veins and I imagine the bright, beautiful sun providing the best lighting for my skin, because right here is where I am meant to glow.
Immigrating to Canada
<![CDATA[By Shiromi Santhakumar. In July 2004, my mother, sister, brother and I prepared for our departure from Sri Lanka. ]]>
A Wiser Outlook
What is Home?
Writing Mozambique, Imagining Africa