I don’t cook often, but when I do, it’s usually the most uncomplicated, non-headache producing meals around. We stan a simple, savory meal that requires minimal effort. Fajitas are one of them – shoutout Mexico. Here’s my favorite basic bitch recipe for a chicken fajita filling:
Growing up, I didn’t have much of an identity. I was born in Algeria and left when I was five; I didn’t return until I was almost fourteen. For nine years, my life was the west; it was a place that refused to accept me, but it was all I knew. I come from a family with a diverse cultural, linguistic, and ethnic background but I was never taught any of that. I didn’t know what home was, I didn’t even like telling people where I was from because my country of origin was virtually unknown, and people’s ignorance to its existence made me ashamed. Continue reading
i am gripped by fear.
the fear i will never return
the fear i will forget
the fear of war
that it will be taken away from me
that i will become an eternal refugee.