Eid, Alone, Again by Eilaf Farajalla
It’s hard to celebrate when there is no one to celebrate with. As we enter the second year of uncertainty and as the pandemic rages on,...
The Fourth of July by Eilaf Farajalla
I held my nephew’s little hand in mine as his little mouth dropped open in wonder of all the colors splashed across the sky. This was his...
The Summer Solstice by Eilaf Farajalla
I huffed and puffed my way through the yoga class. This was supposed to be easy, I thought to myself. It had started off easy but it sure...
