band-aid.

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Band-aids are meant to make everything better, to keep the wound safe until it heals. Band-aids are great for physical damage like a cut or a scrape but what about emotional damage. People are emotionally wounded everyday and there is no simple solution like a band-aid to make to make them feel better.

A cut can heal in a matter of days but how long does it take for someone to overcome the loss of a loved one. The world seems to treat physical health as a more serious matter than mental health. As humans we shame those who have mental health issues and hide our own out of fear of judgement. To be healthy, one must take care of their body and mind and we should be treating both these situations as equals.

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Fasting.

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I have been fasting the month of Ramadan since I was about 5 years old. Fasting has taught me perseverance, patience, sharing, how to get through all of life’s situations without food or water, etc. I can barely remember the years when I did not fast and looking back on the times when I was a little kid mad at my parents for making me fast and begging them to break it, I am able to reflect on why my parents started me so early in the first place. Fasting from a young age instilled some very important values in me that I thank my parents for everyday. Also, if I would have started fasting later in my life, I would have had such a hard time adjusting to it. Fasting is all about abstaining from our humanly desires from sunrise to sunset to prove to ourselves that we can live without all of our extra accommodations. We consider these accommodations, necessities during any other time of the year. As Ramadan is coming to an end, I decided to write about my love for the month and what I have learned after all these years.

Thanks for reading!

Much Love,

Asma Elgouz

 

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Driving at Night

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Driving at night, where am I going?

Despite the looming darkness, I am surrounded by lights.

The headlights of the cars flying past me.

The streetlights that brighten the seemingly endless road ahead of me.

The lights of the scenic New York City skyline bring me in.

I am at peace.

Then I wonder, where does everyone else go when they need comfort.

When they have that incessant feeling in their stomach that they need to get out.

That they need to take charge of their lives and what the world has to offer.

I drive at night, but what does everyone else do?