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A lesson on forgiveness.

I studied Ammu's visage where she sat opposite me, chattering away in the booth we selected at the back of the bustling Bangladeshi restaurant under the pretense of privacy – though truthfully, it was to avoid the disapproving gaze of those we'd firmly deemed as "nosy Bengalis." Prom night discussion lay on the table. It… Continue reading A lesson on forgiveness.

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Yesterday, I was racially profiled by the police in my neighborhood.

I was dressed in a dark blue shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and buttoned over an aztec print red crop top. I was wearing black leggings, navy blue and brown oxfords, and carried a mini backpack on my shoulders, just spacious enough to carry the new J.K. Rowling book, my wallet, and a few… Continue reading Yesterday, I was racially profiled by the police in my neighborhood.