Day 4,745 — Hindu Dot Day 4,745 Part 1 The most American thing you can do is ride a big yellow bus to school. And so I did, for the first time, in Middle School. I was the first to be picked up and one of the last to be dropped off. The…

Day 2,190 — Day 2,190 Part 1 I couldn’t control my jealousy. How did he do it!?! I tugged and tugged at mine, but they wouldn’t budge. “When you get old like me, your teeth will come out just like mine.” he told me in Urdu with a smirk. My Dadha had these magical teeth. I couldn’t figure out how he could take them out and brush them. I wanted teeth like that so bad. Brushing our teeth in the morning was the best part of the day. My Dadha and I would brush together, me on a stool, him looking into the mirror.

It was the shattering of the windows that woke me. I wasn’t sure if I dreamt it or it was real. — Terrorists in America Day 2,920 It was the shattering of the windows that woke me. I wasn’t sure if I dreamt it or if it was real. And then I heard it again. I instinctively grabbed my younger sister’s arm and tried pulling her off the bed. My small hands didn’t have the strength they needed. Her heavy, limp body wouldn’t budge. It was the middle of the night and she was deep in sleep. I ran around…