As I watched reports of Zimmerman’s antics on the local news, I was once again reminded of the unjust death of the hooded boy, who was killed 30 minutes from where I live.
I hopped on the plane to Jordan and never looked back.
From then on, I chose to never allow the crippling fears, insecurities and prejudices of others to ravage my flickering spark of hope.
Is he serving you anything — a note in the day, a gesture, a shared laugh?
Is he considering you in any way without you having to ask or fight for it? As a Middle Eastern/South Asian woman, the culture is pretty big on generosity.
Clearly, my naïve millennial mindset and conservative upbringing didn’t prepare me for the various shades of grey, I would encounter in the real world.
Within my Christian circle it was more important to be “pure” then to learn, to properly vet a potential suitor.
For years I waited for Harry to notice me in the sea of blondes and brunettes he dated.