Amal Salar-Hashmi
Auntythetical: The pressure of the dreaming spires
Everything that I thought made me worthy of being here, that I fought to read and learn alongside my studies, feels insignificant
Auntythetical: Being stuck in the middle
The ostracism I felt had forced me to choose between my identity and the chance to have friends.
Auntythetical: Is beauty in the eye of the coloniser?
I regularly feel overlooked in favour of my white peers. I know that this isn’t just a ‘me problem’, having discussed this with my other Asian friends, but it feels incredibly personal.
Auntythetical: Grieving from afar
My grandfather, Dada Ji, died in October 2019, but I only learned his name this summer.
As much as I’d like to claim that it...
Auntythetical: On dreams and realities of ‘return’
20 minutes and 57 seconds. That’s the duration of the most recent voice recording I’ve made of my father trashing my choice of degree...
