Tag Archives: being an immigrant

the trauma of being an immigrant/musafir – and on music that heals

Blessings of peace and comfort to all readers! So my grandfather passed away last Sunday. It’s been difficult coping with the loss, and, given my parents’ situation as immigrants struggling to deal with the deaths of their parents over the … Continue reading

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My Immigrant Pashtun Parents and Me: On Love, Sacrifices, and Change

This was originally published over at the The Thrival Room and titled On Immigrating and Parents’ Love. My family and I immigrated to the U.S. from Swat, Pakistan, some fifteen years ago when I was twelve years old.

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