Michigan in Color

A woman walks on a street in Macau, China wearing a protective mask during coronavirus outbreak

When I called my mom last week, she said: “You should not come back at this moment. Stay safe and stay warm.”  I knew how much they miss me as I haven’t been home for a year. 



“Have you still got your space? Your soul, your own and necessary place where your own voices may speak to you, you alone, where you may dream. Oh, hold onto it, don’t let it go.” - Doris Lessing, Nobel Prize Lecture 2007



You’d think that having an American name would help someone like me assimilate better into American society.

When I See You

After watching the Netflix miniseries, When They See Us, I was brought to tears by the manipulation of innocence and infuriated with the acceptance of injustice.


She told me that she didn’t believe in love. 


Your soulmate does not have to be a romantic one.

The purest form of love I have experienced has come from friendships. I have always believed that a soulmate does not have to come from a romantic relationship. A soulmate can be your friend or even a hobby that you cannot live without.

I talk to God in the dark.

Thank him thirty-three times.

Give praise thirty-three times.

Thirty-three times I say

I’m sorry.

featured art

This piece is a self-portrait focused on disconnection from identity. I made this when I was feeling pretty confused about my own identity. The butterfly is supposed to represent the disconnect of soul, and the blood represents disconnect from the body.


This past November, voters in the U.S. made history by electing not one, but two incredible Muslim women into our 116th House of Representatives.


“Ruchi, how do you live like this? How will you get married?” my mother shook her head, sifting through the ruins of my room. A dissonant pitch filled the air. Being young, messy rooms, disheveled hair and an outspoken voice were the products of my outright opposition.