I close out of TikTok and eye the bookshelf in the corner of my room.  I have a diverse arrangement of genres, characters and memories within the tear-stuck and earmarked pages. Coming out of quarantine,...

“Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eeny meeny miny moe, YOU’RE IT.” We all run as the unlucky one chases after us, behind the red slide of the playground...

“N-Y-A-H. Yeah, I know it is spelled weird. It is Swahili.” Every August I have this conversation at least three times a day whether it be with teachers or the new friends I make who have not figured...

Until the early 20th century, there was no definitive standpoint on which colors were considered feminine and which were masculine in the western world. Young children, both boys and girls, wore simple...

I like to think I am a fascinating paradox. Miraculously, I’m both talkative and shy. When engaged in conversation with people I know well, my words flow effortlessly. But beneath that seemingly...

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Creating my application for The Sidekick leadership team (in which the entertainment editor position was, in fact, not included, later turning out as a happy surprise), was, truth be told, a hassle and...

Lying on my bed in the dark, looking at the glow in the dark stars, I think about who I am. Who I’m supposed to be. But, am I happy? Sleep takes my mind away from answering the question. I have...

Despite being raised in a traditional South Asian Muslim household, I forced myself to assimilate to societal norms. In a four letter term, I was the epitome of an ABCD (American-Born Confused Desi).  Spicy...

My first day of fifth grade was a lonely one. I had just moved from a charter school to a public one, Valley Ranch Elementary, leaving behind six years of history. I vividly remember sitting down in my...

My eyes were glued to the field as I watched Dallas Cowboys’ Dak Prescott throw the ball, completing yet another pass to wide receiver Michael Gallup. He would then go on to catch the ball, running...

All my life I’ve felt like a duck; on the surface I'm calm and everything looks fine, but under the pitch black water, I'm treading as fast as I can to stay afloat. I’ve been a massive overthinker...