If someone asked you about your childhood, what would you say? Perhaps you’d mention that your parents worked hard, that you had a roof over your head, that you went to school and had what you needed. Perhaps you’d struggle to point to anything obviously wrong. And yet, somewhere inside, there’s a quiet sense that […]

There are things we carry from childhood that don’t have names. A tightness in the chest when someone raises their voice. A need to anticipate what others want before they ask. A quiet belief that we must earn love through achievement, compliance, or invisibility. For many of us who grew up in Arab families, or […]