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Pathological Storytelling, Lies and the Medication I was Saved From
I used to love telling stories. As a kid, it was more than just a favorite pastime – it was my raison d’être. It was my way of channeling the unbridled creativity that comes with childhood, naïveté and exclusion. …
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Restricted Free Agency
I never thought that my body could serve as potentially the next front of the ever-erroneous but still somehow existent ‘clash of civilizations.’ Yet with the way things seem to be going these days, it seems that the bodies of …
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Born-Again Pakistani
After an 11 year absence, I had the chance this past summer to visit the country of my heritage and birth – Pakistan – for two weeks. Albeit brief and as cliche as this is going to sound, I emerged …
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My First Time With Salman Rushdie
Amongst the most memorable names to cross my ears as a child, growing up in a South Asian Muslim household, was that of (sir) Salman Rushdie. There was always an air of frustration, anger and utter hatred that seemed to
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The Mesmerizing Commute
I ran as quickly as I could. I wasn’t in a rush, but everyone behind me seemed to be and I hate being “that goddamn slow walker” everyone dreams of curbstomping. Within a few minutes of exiting my connecting train, …
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Googling Myself: How Sana Saeed Stole My Life
Aside from breaking every fiber of idealism and hope within my 5’2’’ body, McGill has constantly forced me to ask, “Where the shit are you going with your life, Sana?” Like many other fellow students deprived of self-esteem, I initially …
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Breaking the Ice, With That Islamic Studies Guy
I would like to introduce to you That Islamic Studies Guy – a PhD student at the Institute of Islamic Studies. I’ve been seeing him around for the past year, primarily in, you guessed it, the Islamic Studies library. Despite …