Nishi Rahman

I'm not different than anybody else. There is a deeper truth that binds us all together. It is best said by Maya Angelou in my favorite poem, “Human Family"

Last week marked the beginning of Ramadan. It’s a time for self-reflection and growth, yet I can’t help but think about anything except the future.

That was the day I fell down the rabbit hole of Indian cinema, and it’s been a wild ride. Had I stuck with my old attitude I would've totally missed out.

Bernie did something that no other politician had done before: he listened to my community. He listened and understood the problems that Muslim Americans face, the ones we had given up hope of ever solving, and he told the country that Americans must do better. 

These people thrive on outrage. They say volatile things, such as “Women and Black people don’t deserve rights” knowing it’ll bring them attention.

You don’t realize how different your lifestyle can be until a global pandemic forces you into close quarters with the people you love.

 I’m done conforming. I’m done having people who do nothing to understand my culture claim to represent me. And I don’t think I’m the only one.

This disastrous miscarriage of health management is built upon a health care industry that too often caricatures its patients and treats them with a one-size-fits-all mindset.

This is the power of breaking bread. It’s why negotiations about everything from business to politics have been done over meals for thousands of years.

The term Asian American has been powerful in uniting Asian minority groups, but who does this alliance ultimately benefit?