“I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing,” I told myself as I slowly peeled away the layers of the dirty bandage wrapped around his foot. Sitting on the sidewalk in the mid-afternoon, surrounded by passersby, a few beads of sweat dripped from my forehead onto the hot July cement…

“Sis, it’s mom… she died.” Five years since you tiptoed into my bedroom early in the morning and whispered the words that no child should ever have to say to their sibling. You were only 16, still just a kid. I had a decade more of life experience, but even…

While 67 million people across France are grappling with the new confinement measures imposed by the government to slow the spread of COVID-19, a particularly vulnerable group of society is once again glaringly overlooked: asylum seekers. In northern Paris alone, more than three thousand migrants are living outside in camplike…

Mother’s Day. A day to celebrate the woman who gave us life. More precisely, a day to celebrate the woman who labored and cried and despite her fear, literally pushed us through her body to bring us into existence. No small feat indeed. If we’re lucky, that mother stays around…

November has officially arrived, along with the crisp chill of autumn and the changing of the colors on the trees. We become fully immersed in my favorite season. Home to my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving, and the joys of Christmas preparations with loved ones. As we once again enter into the…

Three and a half years. 42 months. 1,260 days. 30,240 hours. That’s how much time has passed since you died, alone in the middle of the night in a hospital bed, cancer having slowly ripped every last ounce of life from your once-healthy body. It was cruel and unfair, and…

A couple of months ago, I wrote a piece following an interview I had conducted with a young Afghan refugee named Arya who was seeking asylum in France. Learning about his two-year trek across 12 countries, mostly on foot, was a humbling moment for me as I tried to imagine…