Do you have a story to tell? Is it a story about hope, loss, tragedy, or courage? Or maybe, it is something is shocking and serious, or a bit humorous and unbelievable?
Whether it is long, short, funny, serious, dark, inspirational, or possibly captivating, each person has his or her own unique story, waiting to be told.
It’s your story. Tell it here; anonymously if you want, or you can sign your name. You can also share a poem, thought, or personal journal entry.
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Community Journal

An Expat and a Jeddawi: An Interview With Nailah

Do you ever wonder about other women’s lives? Like actual real day-to-day, hard working women? So often I meet one and think wow, she looks so great, works so hard and seems to get so much done! I wonder what she is doing to keep it all together like that. Or hear about someone and think wow, I wonder what she is doing so well, and how can she do all she does… without collapsing. We admire them and often have them as mentors. With that in mind, Pathways will be interviewing women and posting their interviews here in our…

Think Twice

This was supposed to be a speech for this year’s graduates or for students going back to their home countries.  I realized however, that this piece is also perfect for every college student, for every student. THINK TWICE When I was in your place 18 years ago, I was so excited. I was seated there, but my mind was already flying in the Philippines. In my mind, I was mentally listing down all the things I wanted to do once I set my shoes on my home country’s asphalt grounds. The thought that I’d be so free! Yey! My mom and dad…

The Woman in the Balcony

Standing in the balcony, there she stood looking as far as she could. I was stuck in traffic when I saw this old lady in the second floor of her house. She was running her weakly wrinkled fingers just below her jaw, gently brushing her fingertips down her neck while in deep thoughts. She seemed so sad. Her eyes looked worried, questioning some things, and yet calm at the same time. Maybe she’s thinking of her kids, I thought, as I hurriedly took my small red notebook to record as many details as I could about her. I looked…