In the rare nights that I dream, I see glimpses of her. Dappled sunlight filters through the lush canopy of acacia leaves above, mottling her soft curves cast from white cement. A bird, frozen mid-landing, grazes her outstretched palm. The … more »

I don’t remember where the mosque was in relation to our building when I was growing up, but I remember that it was close enough that you could hear the prayer call in most rooms of our family’s two-bedroom apartment, more »

When I turned nineteen, I booked a one-way ticket back home to Hong Kong with the hopes of becoming an English teacher. As an immigrant myself who once struggled with the language, I believed others could benefit from my knowledge … more »

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