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Fear started taking over. I was walking into my first school in America. I had traveled a long distance from India in order to join my mother, who had been here for three years, hoping America would help my future. My father decided that I would... (more »)

What is Christmas like in ­India? Many think India is an all-Hindu country, but it’s not. The country has 32,000 Christians – about two percent of its population. I remember Christmases when I lived there. We spent Christmas Eve preparing... (more »)

I live in Pakistan. That's right, sound it out: Pa-ki-stan. You might have heard of it on the news – the place where the whos-its are throwing bombs on the watcha-ma-call-'ems. And no, it's not Iraq or Afghanistan, but we're getting there.... (more »)

The black culture that we see around us today is made up of many layers. There are many factors to the way blacks go about their life today. The Civil Rights movement, popular music, and a sense of wanting complete freedom, all contribute to... (more »)

Moving to a different city or state may seem pretty difficult. You have to change schools, say good-bye to good friends, meet new kids, and get used to your new home. But you can always go back to that state or city to visit. Now, when you change... (more »)

The docks were bursting with life, awash in serenity, and everything I’d been waiting for. The shining lake water gently lapping against the metal supports made a cheerful thwap thwap sound, and the seagulls soaring overhead filled my ears with... (more »)

   I am Mexican, and we have unique customs. One, for young girls, is calledquinceanera, or sweet fifteen. During the Aztec period women were treatedas second-class citizens, unimportant except for bearing children. When theSpanish... (more »)

     Growing up in the United States as an Indian girl, the idea of wearing a nose ring captivated me. When I learned that this tradition came from India, I sought parental approval. To my surprise my mother asked me to... (more »)

   Whenhe's home I can't bear to see him. His gray hair, washingmachine-eaten-dryer-shrunken clothes, his huge gold-rimmed glasses, and wrinklyeyebrows are all condescending and annoying to even glance at. The first wordsfrom his... (more »)

Being normal is not all it's cracked up to be. At least, that's what I used to tell myself whenever I was reminded of how “abnormal” my family was. The story begins about 27 years ago, when my dad emigrated from Nigeria to the U.S. to... (more »)