Mother’s Day in Georgia

The author of this poem has chosen to remain anonymous Day 7 and I find myself in a foggy cloud of worry. Discomfort. Restlessness. My headphones blast Allahu Allahu from my Ramadan playlist as I waddle off the airplane with my travel pillow in arm. My friend’s...

Dear 25 year old Single Girls (a response)

by Alia Azmat This morning I woke up, scrolled through my social media accounts, and found this. Curious and excited by the title, I wondered what this author had to say to someone like me. Then I read it. I read about how my biological clock is running out. I read...

Survivor, Not Victim

vocal.org.au by Henna Khawja, M.S.W. *Trigger warning: Following article includes the topic of sexual abuse and sexual assault I have often found myself wondering, “Why don’t people love their children just the way they are?” Individuals spend a lot of time...