من رأى منكم منكراً فليغيره بيده، فإن لم يستطع فبلسانه، فإن لم يستطع فبقلبه، وذلك أضعف الإيمان
“If one of you witnesses wrongdoing, change it with your hand, if you are unable then with your tongue, if you are unable then with your heart, and that is the weakest of faith.” Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)
I woke up this morning to an email notifying me that I have been chosen to receive the PMH Scholarship through Texas Exes. This scholarship will definitely ease some of the financial burden of my final year at UT. Thank you to the donors!
The picture above is the view from the highest floor of the gymnasium of Al Akhawayn University in Ifrane.
I’m finally in Morocco!
I arrived on August 23rd, and it’s been a very exciting several days. I’ve met countless other fellow international students and went shopping at the local “marché.” A couple friends and I also explored the local park, which also had some individual vendors with a variety of jewelry, decor, and home goods.
I’m anticipating many more adventures to come!
I was mentioned in a New Yorker article titled “America’s Future is Texas.” Happy to hear that, and I agree! You can read the wonderful article here.
Deeds Not Words is an Austin non-profit started by Wendy Davis. Andrea, an intern there, interviewed me for a blog post in honor of World Refugee Day. You can read the article here!
I thought I couldn’t get more excited. Alas, I was wrong. Yesterday I received an email stating that I was selected to receive UT’s College of Liberal Arts Study Abroad Exchange Scholarship! It won’t take care of every dollar I need for the program, but it will certainly help a lot. I will be posting highlights of my experience in Morocco beginning in August, accompanied by shots taken with my Nikon. Stay tuned!
This phrase from the Quran changed my life. Not only has it filled me with humility every day of the past 3 years, it also continues to remind me how small and insignificant my problems are in the grand scheme of things. This phrase has been the source of my happiness and the fuel that drives every thing I do, because I know that if I want to do anything of significance, it can’t come from a place of selfishness, competition or for material gain. Any success I acquire or accomplishments I achieve, any material wealth I accumulate will perish along with me, so I’ve decided to live this short life for things that won’t.
I wish I lived in Philadelphia, so that I could have the opportunity to intern at FIRE, a non-profit organization that works to protect first amendment rights in universities across the country.
I was interviewed by Alex Morey for their website and it was a great honor to meet her.
On Saturday January 21st, on Trump’s first day in office as the President of the United States, I delivered a speech to the largest crowd I have ever spoken to.
I will miss having a president I love and admire. Yes, my heart is heavy but my resolve is hardening. The coming years might challenge the strength of our shared values of freedom and democracy but they should also prove our resilience as Americans, as advocates of the universal rights of human beings to live and pursue happiness. The challenges we face should not to be feared, but anticipated and prepared for. If it doesn’t scare us, it won’t strengthen us.
It was like I never left.
I walked into one of the sets of double doors at “the point,” the main entrance of Stevenson High School, my Alma mater.
The president of UT’s Undergraduate Law Review assembled this beautiful project exploring the impact of the 2016 election cycle on students of various religious backgrounds and their relationship with their faith. I was honored to take part in Brigit’s project and hope that the coming years will prove that this country will only grow stronger and more resilient in the face of adversity.
I was honored when Mike Satcher interviewed me for The November 9 Project website. He flattered me endlessly and planted the idea of running for public office in my head. Maybe someday.
Here is the article.
“Love Trumps Hate” was the slogan the protest organizers chose for their Facebook event, and the assertion painted on multiple signs that night. However, as with the march the day after the election, a select few in the crowd weren’t on board. Continue reading Sunday, November 13th 2016
The night of November 9th of 2016 will forever be a landmark moment in my life. Watching the election of that night shocked me beyond measure, and I wasn’t the only one. Young people across America received a wake up call too bellowing to ignore, that screamed “you are responsible”. Responsible for the shape our country takes, each other’s wellness, and our generation’s future. Continue reading November 10th, 2016
When I moved back to Austin to attend the University of Texas I visited the middle school I attended during my first years in America, Murchison. The memories I have of that time are anything but pleasant, for I couldn’t speak English, stood out like a sore thumb (with my foreign clothes and hijab), and I had 0 friends or acquaintances to spend the lunch hour with. I knew I was different. Continue reading Murchison