Chapter 16
A Community of Tennessee Writers, Readers & Passersby

Are You Visiting?

I’d never seen a mosque in the South.

On Eid-ul-Azha, the Feast of the Sacrifice, I knew no one in Nashville. I decided to wear my white shalwar kameez to commemorate the festival. What else could be done?

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The Way It Ends

Mom and I had just gotten to the really good part

She was the person in the world who cared the most for me and the one person whose love would be unchanged by my mistakes. Her embrace was the warmth of acceptance, and without it, I feared I would break.

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Layers

When love isn’t love

Getting to know a person is like digging through the core of the Earth. Sometimes you find interesting and complex layers; other times, you hit an empty cavity that’s waiting to devour you whole.

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Cooking Through COVID

On the power of feeding people during hard times

Hard times have always pushed me into the kitchen, a place where I feel comfortable and safe. Feeding other people also makes me feel a little less powerless.

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Where I’m Coming From

Does the way we talk tell us who we are?

By the time I moved to Nashville, I had laid the groundwork to not immediately sound like I was from New Jersey, if I wanted. It also left me open to picking up a Southern inflection or two. Do I say “y’all” every now and then? Sure, I do.

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