Migrations

When Your Mother Country Becomes a Foreign Land

I grew up in the in-between: white, Hispanic, a pigment of mixtures that blended unevenly.

Oct 10, 2018
How to Stop Saying Sorry When Things Aren’t Your Fault

In Hindi, you don’t say ‘sorry;’ you ask for forgiveness. So, growing up, I made the mistake of apologizing for who I am.

Oct 02, 2018
Carefree White Girls, Careful Brown Girls

“Nobody will stop a young blond girl, that’s the truth,” you said. This was when I grew angry with you, when I wanted to scrap our week-old friendship.

Sep 25, 2018
Why We Cross the Border in El Paso

I felt my mom’s grip tighten around my hand as dozens surged across the Rio Grande, the water waist-high. Adults held children in their arms or carried them in rebozos across their backs. We watched as the Border Patrol agents caught and detained some people while dozens more ran past.

Aug 30, 2018
When Turkish Carpets Were Good Enough for Australia, But the People Who Made Them Were Not

German chemists. They empowered us, they ruined us, they controlled so very much.

Aug 28, 2018
My Father Is More Than a Model Minority

What makes immigrant parents like mine worthy of love, respect, and admiration in our country?

Aug 21, 2018
Mourning My Birthplace: On Immigration, Family, and the Distance in Between

“When you’ve spent your life apart from a loved one, what prepares you for not knowing how to mourn?”

May 07, 2018
Manhattan’s Vanished Little Syria, and the Work of Preserving My Family’s History

Raji Lian, my great-grandfather, came over from Syria in 1899.

May 02, 2018
Untimely Immigrants: My Family Within and Without, From Brazil to the United States

Each time I am lured by the mirage of progress, someone knocks at the door and I am reminded of being thirteen and having nightmares about ICE at our door.

May 01, 2018
Writing Letters to Mao

What does it mean to experience a history of trauma and blood in ephemeralities, in residue?

Apr 19, 2018
A Rarámuri Family's Flight from Drought and the Drug Trade

Luis received the first coins he had ever held. “Keep these safe,” the man said. “You’ll need them.”

Mar 28, 2018
Dead-Guy Shirts and Motel Kids: Immigrant Life in Florida

After immigrating from Finland, I adopted Florida and all its freaks, swindlers, addicts, and charismatic criminals.

Mar 14, 2018
Undocumented Lovers in America

One thing united us, one thing no one else could understand—our lack of legal status in the United States.

Mar 07, 2018
My Grandmother’s Patois and Other Keys to Survival

​Patois was our secret,​ allowing us to be in the English world and ​then escape to Jamaica through language.

Feb 13, 2018
What You Find and What You Lose When You Seek a New Home

Often we only talk about what the immigrant gains, or what they “take.” We don’t consider what they have left behind.

Feb 01, 2018
An Immigrant Londoner in Brexit Limbo

I wasn’t born here. But I have lived here for fourteen years, and London has made me what I am.

Dec 20, 2017
Return to Partition: Finding Pakistan’s Past in India’s Present

The first time my grandfather crossed the India-Pakistan border was in 1947; the next time he crossed was in 2007, with me.

What Will Become of My Iranian Generation?

Leaving Iran as a political refugee without asylum, my mother, in essence, burned down our house.

Eulogy for a Home: Tehran Revisited

Do my loved ones buried in Iran, my generational roots in the land, allow the country to continue to feel like home?

Oct 11, 2017