Essay

 The Victorian supernatural was a transparent manifestation of the period's constant dialogue with death and dying.

I don’t know where or when I learned that I needed to curb any narcissistic tendency I might feel, even in grieving, but I most certainly caught on quick.

The message is, overwhelmingly, that we Muslims are not welcome in the West. Yet, we are here, everywhere, invisible in big cities and small, until someone cuts us down.

How a race riot in New York state inspired a generation to reconsider America's vulnerability to fascism. 

Some women have trouble wanting, but my instincts were indistinguishable from my cravings. My wanting was the leash that pulled me through my life. Until one day the leash was off.

Growing up with the goddess figure as part of my South Asian tradition means I have a complicated relationship with repurposing the term as a symbol of female empowerment. 

It is an intimate coupling of female narrative in imperfect lines, a female mastery of storytelling through textile.

I wonder if my grandfather knew the helicopters he helped to perfect would one day be used to surveil and oppress Black and Brown bodies. 

Notes on—and against—ambition.