I had been so focused on the things surrounding my life that I didn’t stop for a second to focus on my surroundings, and how close I was to the edge. Each step taken after the other had no change to the naked eye. But slowly and surely the dirt beneath my feet was becoming more undone each time my foot hit the floor.

I was like a diamond ring flushed down a septic pipe that came out the other end somehow still pristine.

Over the past year or two, however, I have become extremely aware of how little the public education system actually taught me. A lot of what I have learned has come from my own curiosity.

Logic is the police to the crime of feeling too strongly. It’s just that the police used to take forever to get there, unfortunately, and sometimes still do.

Welcome to Azam’s literary scrapbook. While most photo albums consist of pictures, this scrapbook will be full of words. It’s not quite a diary, although in appearance it may read like one. Here remain calculated entries of memories, adolescent lessons and human experiences translated into literary meaning. There is no other place to begin such a series than with someone I know who has been there for it all. For me, she ties many loose threads together. In life friends often

It’s January, again. And in all honesty, this one may bore you. I thought it would be a great idea to return to my column this new semester and reflect on how far I’ve come and figure out where I want to go from here.