Heritage

  • Damascus, Syria, a city at the heart of a bloody war. A city that itself is a juxtaposition where life thrives only kilometers away from heavy conflict and war. After years of waiting, a turbulent flight to Beirut, and a bumpy taxi ride with hundreds of checkpoints, I finally reached Damascus. For...

  • If I had to pick one thing, for-sure, that I love most about Thailand, it would be the rain. Where I'm from (San Francisco, I tell everyone I meet, because it's close-by anyways and far more well-known), we are lucky to get a good, strong shower more than twice a month. In Bangkok, especially...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  • A blank computer screen… This is the scholarship applicant’s dreaded nightmare, yet at the same time, the cherished dream of countless poverty-stricken Filipino sidewalk dwellers. Gratefully exchanging their handful of coins for the use of an outdated computer in a run-down wooden shack, they...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  • My whole life revolved around summer camp. I would dream of  climbing onto the bus and taking off  for another summer spent lakeside with my best friends at Emma Kaufmann Camp. The school year was just a buffer between summers, like a sip of water is the buffer between comforting spoonfuls of warm...

  • I had been counting the days, then the hours during the plane ride. Finally I am in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, my home, the place I had been longing for the past year. And yet, back in the city, I feel like a stranger. I lived in Ho Chi Minh City for fourteen years before moving to Florida the...

  • I remembered serenity: crunchy, sweet and sour bowls of chaat in outside cafés, aimless walks down busy streets admiring lavish storefronts, gentle, white flowers, tumbling from trees above. Memories of a distant land became close, and images of my parents’ country became those of my own. With...

  •             The soft whir of the air-conditioner permeates the small study room as I lay on a bamboo mat, staring up at our makeshift mosquito net with my sister breathing quietly beside me. I can hear the shuffling of my grandmother’s feet in the kitchen, the grating snoring of both my mom and...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  •             Even though I travel to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico every year in the summer, the city never ceases to amaze me and every time I leave, I feel as though a piece of me stays there.  Monterrey is a city in the northern region of Mexico, surrounded by a cluster of mountains including the...

  • In the summer of 2014, my mother, father, brother, sister, and I traveled to my parents’ homeland: Kathmandu, Nepal. We hadn’t visited Nepal since 2007 to catch up with relatives, but this time we were visiting on a special occasion. That summer was my paternal grandfather’s “Junko”-the celebration...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage
  • When I visited Indonesia in July 2015, I stayed with my cousins in Jakarta. They were both boys. My older brother easily joined their FIFA battles and Grand Theft Auto missions on the PlayStation in the upstairs bedroom, but I never really shared the same interest. The only thing that even...

    Tags: Asia, Heritage

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