Amal Salar-Hashmi

Everything that I thought made me worthy of being here, that I fought to read and learn alongside my studies, feels insignificant

The ostracism I felt had forced me to choose between my identity and the chance to have friends.

I regularly feel overlooked in favour of my white peers. I know that this isn’t just a ‘me problem’, having discussed this with my other Asian friends, but it feels incredibly personal.

My grandfather, Dada Ji, died in October 2019, but I only learned his name this summer. As much as I’d like to claim that it...

20 minutes and 57 seconds. That’s the duration of the most recent voice recording I’ve made of my father trashing my choice of degree...