Writing The Distance

Writing The Distance

Writing The Distance Originally an act of defiance, I began riding bikes religiously in fall 2012, when I enrolled in courses at Mission, Pierce, and Valley College so I wouldn’t have to commute by bus. I was (and still am) undocumented, and President Obama’s...
More Than Just Words and Numbers

More Than Just Words and Numbers

More Than Just Words and Numbers The snails were in different places. I knelt on Mrs. V.’s living room couch watching the tetras school around blue-finned guppies and yellow mollies in the fish tank. I frowned—there were more snails today. I tried to look through the...
My Body Can’t Be Trusted

My Body Can’t Be Trusted

My Body Can’t Be Trusted I was six years old when I got an insulin pump. My body was so small that we used a pink dog collar to secure the pump to my waist. I remember how heavy the piece of machinery felt hanging from the collar. I did a show-and-tell in my...
Of Lights

Of Lights

Of Lights Hours before the New Year, a blackout fell upon the neighborhood. Electricity outages, of course, are expected in Karachi. With the ongoing gas shortage, electricity was even more coveted. If “the light” went, so would the electric stovetop, the fan, the air...
Damages

Damages

Damages Cleanse, tone, apply serum, moisturizer, rosehip oil—these were the five steps of my mother’s skincare routine. If you do this every day, you’ll look good as you age, she said. One, then two wrinkles bloomed between her eyebrows, like deep furrows farmers plow...