#ICantKeepQuiet: The Metrics of Going Viral

#ICantKeepQuiet: The Metrics of Going Viral

I was lying in bed the evening after the Women’s March on Washington. It had been a long day - I was up since 5:30 to perform flashmobs with my a capella group at the Women’s March on Washington. All of a sudden, my roommate runs into the room screaming something at the top of her lungs about Emma Watson. Hermione Granger herself had retweeted a cellphone video recording of us singing at the march. 

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One Letter

One Letter

I first became aware of my struggle as a Muslim-American when I had a discussion (or I guess it was more an argument, since we were in third grade) about Christmas and why I did not celebrate it. It took shape again after watching the film, My Name is Khan. The self-doubt and the sense of loathing I felt from others was especially prevalent every time that I read an article about Muslims. It hurt to read the comments, where people vehemently expressed their desire to kill Muslims, or wrote that Muslims were disgusting people who should not exist. It hurt to see the dislike from my own peers. It hurt to not fit in.

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Beyond the organization

Beyond the organization

I vividly remember the first week of my freshman year: I was a lost international student looking for his niche. As I was walking around the yearly student organization fair, I bumped into someone wearing a red cape and holding a styrofoam red X. I had heard about TED talks back at home, and had watched a handful of them in class, however the thought of actually planning a conference that put on TED talks had never crossed my mind. 

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