I am not interested in being part of the elite, even if it is this less white, less Christian, more “woke” WASP elite that Harvard is building.
Echo chambers convince Harvard progressives that with their genius, they can bring the entire country along to their blue revolution.
I’ve decided to make the ultimate sacrifice a student leader in the Harvard community can make. I’m running for president.
I’m a citizen of this country, and its politics affect me, my family, and my friends. And yet, when it comes to political news, even my mother talks circles around me.
And as long as we remain unwilling to change, our institutions will never create true leaders. Instead, we will continue producing men like Brett Kavanaugh — those who, instead of changing for the better, act to further the worst.
As someone who is known for “hating” Harvard, I want to say that I love being here. And though I remain other, now, in many ways, I feel less so every day.
They threw him on the ground. They held him down as one officer punched him repeatedly. He cried out for help. They responded with even more force.
Being Muslim is knowing how to navigate, and survive, and thrive, even while you duck and dodge and jump.
My cities are vibrant and real and brimming with so much potential. They aren’t ivory—they’re black and brown, and that’s even better.
It’s easy to forget how much diversity of faith and religious practice there is at Harvard. Unfortunately, you won’t find much conversation about religion here.
There is something humbling about putting Harvard aside to clean the toilet.
Because feminism isn’t about pink, not really. Yes, it can start with marches or hashtags. But it is about so much more.
These moments show me that maybe I’m not always as other as I feel. That I am not so alone. These moments make my hijab home.
If I was white, I would be allowed to belong. I wouldn’t be a person stretched across oceans. I wouldn’t be a person stretched across ideas. I would be able to claim this country and its politics.