This paper was originally written for my First-Year Writing Seminar: Writings of Exile. It discusses Césaire’s writing on colonial violence and the internalization of exile, rather than it being simply a phenomenon of physical displacement.
Nonfiction
Paris: City of Love!
We have this funny little idea that romance completes things. I had this idea while studying abroad in Paris this summer. And when romance didn’t magically appear I decided to look for it.
We Slink into the Wilderness
This piece chronicles a drive upstate across the Taconic, feeling each bend in the road, looking for familiar trees out of my window.
Lunch Hour
Every day at school, I get lunch from the same place, just to see the grandma who works there. It’s the highlight of my day.
Living in Gratitude While Missing My Native Tongue
It’s easy—almost far too easy to just say where we are from. A country. A place. A word. But where we really come from is from our parents and our culture. A history.
Light-bulb
Note: Even if you’re like me and prefer to read the ending first, surprise! There’s no ending and you’ll still be as curious as when you started.
Making American Holidays Our Own
Two essays about experiencing American holidays through the lens of immigrant families. Each of us has different stories of trying to figure out American holiday traditions, but we’ve also tried to build our own.
Bye Bye My Home Country
This winter, I returned to Bangladesh for the first time in years after living in the U.S.
The Lifelong Gift
People leave a mark in our lives that will forever stay with us; this essay is a love letter to everyone that has influenced me and put me on the path I am now traveling.
Running Towards Self-Care
This is what an injury taught me about self-care.
Winter the Dolphin: A Tale of Loss, Love, and Strength
have been interested in Winter the Dolphin after visiting the Clearwater Marine Aquarium last summer. She lost her tail to a crab trap and has been the first-ever dolphin to wear a prosthetic tail.
Mi Dos Casitas
Highlighting the beauty of my two colorful homes.
Pan Dulce in My Veins
My life growing up in a family of bakers.
What am I made of?
This piece showcases not only the hardships I faced as a queer girl in a Christian household but how I overcame my self-doubt and learned to accept myself as I am.
Where I’m From
This is a poem about where I’m from as a 16-year-old, born and raised in Queens, New York in a small family of four.