WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

be your own hero

And, like in the past, the insight I received reshaped my perspective and reinforced something I’ve always known: personal circumstances may vary but the human experience is shared. Regardless of what you’ve been through, you are never alone. I was 16 when it sunk in I'd have to stand my ground because no one else would… Continue reading WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER HERO

TAKE UP SPACE

strong women intimidate

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits. Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 I spent a lot of… Continue reading TAKE UP SPACE

A STATE OF LIMBO

give it all up

Volleyball was a large part of my life, until the day it stopped being fun. The slide was gradual but it happened, eventually, because there came a time when going to practice became a chore. Prepping for game day turned into an errand I didn't want to run. Teammates weren't enjoyable to be around. I… Continue reading A STATE OF LIMBO

SNAKES AND LADDERS

snakes and ladders

It took me years to learn how to play the flute. The curve was sharp because I was hostile towards the process from the outset. I thought the flute was too delicate and airy. And I wanted to play the drums instead. But the drums weren't available the day students were matched up with instruments… Continue reading SNAKES AND LADDERS

A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE

girl gang

It's been nearly a year since Coach took apart my jab and started to put it back together again. At the time, I thought boxing would be a phase because it was too intense and brutal. A discipline built on a foundation of violence. But instead, I have become more deeply entrenched in a world of… Continue reading A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

like a meteor

It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

IT TAKES A VILLAGE

it takes a village

When I lived in Cairo, I volunteered at a local development organization established by Sudanese-born Fatima Idriss. The organization promoted the rights of refugees in Egypt. Part of their mission was to improve basic standards for displaced people—especially in impoverished neighborhoods where Egyptians and refugees co-existed. I helped with public relations and advocacy: developing donor reports, writing human… Continue reading IT TAKES A VILLAGE

HIT THE GROUND RUNNING

hit the ground running

I once had a boss who worked me into the ground. Cut from the same cloth as Miranda Priestly from the Devil Wears Prada, she was sharp. Abrasive. A master tactician. The head of an international organization (in a "third-world" nation), this woman spent her career tearing down walls and carving out a path in… Continue reading HIT THE GROUND RUNNING

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

women of wonder

The problem with focussing on end goals is we miss out on the most important bits: the odyssey, the process, the in-between. We forget how to live out loud. This circus is about existing on the edge, you know—and living a little dangerously. I went through an existential crisis around the time I moved to Rwanda.… Continue reading IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH

too much not enough

I worked at Champs Sports during high school, when being 'too much' or 'not enough' was a thing. When we, as young people, tested learned ideas on each other. We gleefully recycled socialized fallacies about men and women. Notions that were outdated, ignorant, and cutting. Volleyball was my religion at the time. I also ran track and… Continue reading TOO MUCH/NOT ENOUGH