as a brown daughter, I am not an extension of my family. I am my own individual.
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a love letter to my dear friend, yaffa
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i look at my mirror, stare at my body, and all that i see is a layer
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an open letter regarding Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Jr.
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an open letter for neurotypicals: do better, be better
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no longer wishing to have a digital existence
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please support artists and writers
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an open letter expressing my gratitude
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to be ugly is to be powerless, but to be beautiful is to lack radical empathy
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navigating love as a bengali-american woman and how i lust to be alone.
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navigating the #MeToo movement in the Bangladeshi community and how our snakes have protected us when no one else did.
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realizing my parents are human during a pandemic.
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