Ramadan is upon us.
As far back as I am able to recall memories, my father has remained consistent on one of the time-honored traditions to kick off the holiest month on the Islamic calendar — the moon sighting.
Every year, on the prospective eve of what marks the start…
My name is Sara Ahmed.
I am American. I am the daughter of Indian Muslim Immigrants.
My parents, like most South Asians, came to the shores of this country by choice. Not by the chains of chattel slavery. But by the legislation of the Civil Rights Movement.
I was born…
This post was inspired by my forever mentor text, The Players’ Tribune.
Dear Young Sara,
It’s May 2019. You’ve built a career made of passion and mentors. You are invited into spaces as a “diverse” voice in the field to speak on themes of identity, inquiry, literacy, culture, and social…
