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My best friend texted me in the evening to say she had a surprise for me. But instead we talked about the ingredients I should use to make vegetarian French toasts. For the next five minutes, our What...
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At a lecture in the American Islamic College of Chicago last winter, I met a young Pakistani American. When I told him that I am an Indian and a Hindu, he asked me what I felt about Hindus killing Muslims over the consumption of beef. I didn't know what to say. Maybe I felt exactly what Muslims feel every time people ask them questions about ISIS and Al Qaeda, about 9/11 or the recent Orlando shootings.
When I was little, my father made sure that I had everything I wanted, from Naturo candy bars to colourful storybooks. Every night, we would sit for hours and talk about my day at school, his favourite Indian comedy shows or my fights with my brother.