The Bilingual’s Balancing Game

I was 16 when they sent me to compete in this Turkish language olympiad. At the end of our final training day, oğretmenim jokingly told me I wouldn’t be able to win unless I could dream in Turkish that night. I guess it would signal that my mind had stopped translating for me and instead… Continue reading The Bilingual’s Balancing Game

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A Breakdown of Winter

[Maybe listen to Wikan's wonderful playlist while you're here.] "So, after a semester, did you feel like you've grown, Afu?" Was a question from my good/amazing Bangladeshi-American friend that caught me off-guard during our small-group dinner a couple weeks ago. My instinct—which I followed—was to answer yes. But when he continued with, "In what ways?", I had to think it through. Indeed, when… Continue reading A Breakdown of Winter