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Olivia calls me A.J.
Because she is unable
To pronounce
My unique name
Sister Nahla says
That kids at her high school
Call her Nina
Because they can't pronounce
Her unique name
Mother says
The people at job interviews
Call her
Michelle
Because they cannot pronounce
Her unique name,
Mishaal
Uncle Qayoom
Says that people at his new job,
Construction he calls it
Call him
Quinton
Nicknames, Nicknames
They call it
Hiding our true identity
Just like everything else
We hide
Behind the shadows...
Of our nicknames
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The Journey Home
PoetryIn this strikingly touching poem journal, follow the journey of a young afghan refugee, Ajani. As time passes in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital and the city which she was born and raised in, she struggles to find serenity for her and her family. Th...
