Imaan Imran 
For as long as I can remember, the adequate response to glassy-eyed addicts knocking on the car window is to keep my head down and my gaze straight. Don’t move, they’re intoxicated. They don’t know what they are saying. They’ll leave soon enough. These are words I’m sure many of us have grown up hearing. … Read more
I slip off my sandals and instantly feel a sense of release course through my exhausted body. I try to relax, my back twisting and turning against the old leather seats of our 1991 Isuzu Trooper. The car dashboard blinks a bright red 12:30 AM in stark contrast against the black night. I stifle a … Read more
For as long as I can remember, I have been the favorite of the family. The first daughter to grace the Majeeds in four generations; I was named Rani by my grandfather. Sanskrit for Queen, my name was a prophecy; a promise that I was never to be treated any less than royalty. When I … Read more