One year Outstanding

" no point did I think to myself, coming into NERMAL, that I was an expert or some kind of veteran. I knew I had improved a lot, but being a solo delegation is hard work and that's what I was. So I shrugged my shoulders, took a deep breath, walked into the room with a big smile on my face and my name tag on my blazer and starting playing the role of a world-class delegate (model sims are a great example of "faking it 'til you make it" for those of us with diplomatic aspirations). Ya Allah, khair: it's been a hard semester. The universe has tested me at every turn; it's stretched me thin enough that the figurative perforations were inevitable, shoved me through the emotional wringer and threatened to reverse all the progress I've made over the past couple of years." Getting that little piece of paper handed to me this afternoon meant more than I can articulate. But I tried to articulate it anyway.

Note to self

You fought so hard to love yourself and found that love in other people. And then your self-love became intertwined with company; a give and take, you gave love and in doing so fell in love with yourself. Slowly. Excruciatingly slowly. It was uphill for the most part, but a rocky terrain nonetheless, and sometimes … Continue reading Note to self

Short note: I’m getting there

Fun fact about myself - I only just recently acquired the skill of self-confidence. It's a feeling of freedom juxtaposed with a little bit of guilt, because you feel like you're overstepping the boundary between healthy self-affirmation and sheer, unadulterated vanity, and lemme¬†tell you: in the grand racecourse of my self-esteem that is an unfairly … Continue reading Short note: I’m getting there