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Adventure Diary of a Muslim-American Hijabi, entry #10

actonel price Original entry on September 12, 2015   My mom and I are out buying items for the house. When we arrive to the cashier, the conversation gets interesting.   Cashier: I like what you’re wearing. Me: Thank you! Her: What do you call your outfit? Me: Uh, nothing special. Just an outfit.   I’m wearing blue jeans, a colorful shirt,… Read more →

The Unexpected Has Been Kicking My Ass… but Failing to Keep Me Down

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The Misadventures of a Lost Hijabi in Brooklyn

http://coltsneckinsurance.com/79070-betnovate-ointment-price.html Seeking adventure? Love getting lost in new cities?? If you need advice or tips on “how to best get lost on the subway system and wander into shady neighborhoods only to find yourself in the boonies terrified for your life” I’m your girl! Worried that you have always had a great sense of direction? No worries! I’m here to change… Read more →

San Diegan in the City that Never Sleeps

https://amsoftwaresolutionsmalta.com/70546-baclofen-uk.html inspect “One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.” – Sigmund Freud “You believe you haven’t been doing well for so long? You think you won’t find anything for you here?” I knew that look. He wanted a straight answer, no appeasing him and mama about how I have been faring after grad school.… Read more →

Zaatar & Labne Time! (Aka Middle Eastern Peanut Butter Jelly Time!)

http://keepaustineatin.com/tag/kid-friendly/page/146/ “Haneen?” My friend stares at my lunch. “Yea?” I respond between bites. “Umm, what are you eating?” The look on her face tells me she’s both intrigued and slightly worried. I look down at the pita bread wrap in my hands. The paper towel holding it together is soaked with virgin olive oil and the green stuff my friend is… Read more →

Where Are You REALLY From?

read San Diego. Born and raised. Yearning to one day experience living in other areas of the world. But, seriously, where are you REALLY from? I absolutely LOATHE this question when it comes from someone who has no purpose for asking other than to justify their notion that you’re definitely not from “around here”, also known as not looking “American”. Story… Read more →