White in the Desert

As you walk through the medina men call out to you, trying to guess from your appearance where you’re from,...

In Bangladesh the end of Ramadan culminates in the Eid al-Fitr Festival or “The Festival of Breaking of the Fast.” During the Eid weekend the city of Dhaka empties. Rather than stay and try and operate in this ghost town, several friends and I, rather impulsively, decided to take advantage of the diversity and ease […]

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Toilets are not sexy, especially the ones in Bangladesh, and no one wants to talk about mensuration and diarrheal diseases, separately or in relation to one another.  Now, the above statement might seem obvious to most to say the least. But these are the topics I have come to Bangladesh to discuss and immerse myself […]

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Once upon a time I abhorred the word feminism. Rather than associating it with a history of courageous struggles, I thought “Feminists, those are those women that go around without shaving or wearing a bra, touting how much they hate men.” Though I have always been pro woman, have always stood for and believed in […]

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Despite having been in Dhaka for several weeks at this point, I still catch myself fumbling sometimes. I still get lost. Like extremely lost. As in I was in a rickshaw for an hour trying to go somewhere that is maybe ten minutes from where I live. Or taking so long to convince a CNG […]

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When I was a kid, one of the strange little tricks I found I was able to do is smell rain before a storm would hit. To this day the smell of rain before the storm, when the wetness has begun to perfume the Earth before ever leaving the sky, remains my favorite scent in […]

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In the Jewish tradition, when you want to convert to Judaism, you must ask a rabbi three times before he will agree to begin your conversion journey. You have to ask three times because beginning the path to a new faith is not a road to be tread lightly. You need to be committed to […]

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Transitions are the way I begin every journey; transitions between countries, between cultures, between ways of thinking and ways of being, and between air spaces. Sitting in the Dubai International airport, I am lost in transition. For 12 hours I cannot leave this space. For 12 hours I have to be nebulous, neither going forward […]

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After a sleepless night, one canceled layover, and several delays, I am home at last. Well, one home anyway. I have officially bid adieu to Edinburgh, my home for the past two months, to return to my base in Philadelphia. But even this journey is short lived; in a few short weeks I return to […]

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I think, perhaps, the only thing harder than saying goodbye is having to do it in stages. That is how I now find myself having to say goodbye to these people, this country, this unforgettable summer. It’s not a sudden shift, one day here and the next day gone, but rather it comes in waves […]

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