Sharbari Z. AhmedThe Accessible Diva: Musings On My Eventual Demise At the Start of a New Year (ish)It is that time of year again, another new year begins, a sense of renewal, second chances and of course a fitness regimen that will…Dec 22, 2020Dec 22, 2020
Sharbari Z. AhmedHow I Start My Day (Times of India)This piece was originally published on November 3rd, 2019 in the Times of IndiaNov 3, 2019Nov 3, 2019
Sharbari Z. AhmedBracing After the EmbraceIn the wake of the worst terrorist attack in New Zealand history Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern showed us how a leader is supposed to…Mar 26, 2019Mar 26, 2019
Sharbari Z. AhmedCognitive Class DissonanceWhen I would visit Dhaka in the summers growing up, my family stayed in their middle class enclave in Mirpur, near the big stadium and…Jan 31, 2019Jan 31, 2019
Sharbari Z. AhmedAlexander DetainedThere were no stomping black boots or whistles. No lights were shone in our faces. We were not wrenched out of our beds and shoved onto…Jun 29, 2018Jun 29, 2018
Sharbari Z. AhmedWhy I can’t veilHijab means curtain, for privacy, presumably between me and the world. I’m a writer who mines her imagination and observations for stories…Mar 30, 2018Mar 30, 2018
Sharbari Z. AhmedAm I Comfortably Numb to Bigotry?Though there is a powerful movement now to tell African American stories with truth, I feel Muslim Americans still suffer from cultural…Mar 20, 2018Mar 20, 2018
Sharbari Z. AhmedThe Tumult of My EnemiesBereft. I felt bereft. That was the word that was in my head. I knew what the word meant, but it was inappropriate for the situation I was…Mar 7, 2018Mar 7, 2018