Many Faces

Meet Me

15230783_126672194485089_7891133864253345479_nIt’s Friday, and you know what that means?

Time to meet someone new!

Hi! My name is Lailah! I love long walks and

Wait. I don’t exercise. You’ll typically find me in a corner somewhere typing away on a laptop, reading a book, or on the table revealing my life’s story to the room.

I’ve never been a quiet person. In every outlet–dancing, talking, writing, clothes, athletics, music–I’ve been loud. Some may call this trait obnoxious, but I call it borderline insane. I mean I’m running around like a train horn.

It’s great.

I think know that’s the reason I’m still single.

It’s also kind of hard to date fictional characters…or celebrities. *cough* Lin-Manuel Miranda *cough* What? Did someone say something?

As you saw in my Bio (if you haven’t read it, it’s great. Literally had my friend write it for me, she’s the bomb) I’m Afghan-American, but white as fuck. I blame growing up in a rural, conservative, white and hick ass town where the cows outnumber the humans.

Now don’t assume I’m not woke because I’m almost too aware. Growing up in that small little cow-town further fueled my determination to learn about all things Middle Eastern and more.

I’m a busy body. I have done everything and put everything I had in all of it. I was in sports (softball, track, basketball, even soccer and baseball). I was in almost every club in high school. I loved marching and concert band–flutist/drum major bitch! I even used to be part of a local high-steppers group.

I spent the past year in Afghanistan and Pakistan, and my life changed. It was the best decision in my life. You guys may not be aware, but Afghans are beautiful human beings who treat complete strangers as family and friends. Everyone was so genuine and kind, but I think that’s because life there was so simple. They weren’t distracted by problems Americans typically create for themselves. They lived, loved, worshipped Allah, and that was it. It was beautiful…unlike anything I have ever been exposed to. I yearn to go back every day.

Now? I’m back in America juggling college, friends, and hobbies. I’m also trying to find my place just like everyone else in the world. Honestly, I’m starting to think “finding your place” is a myth or joke. I don’t think I will ever find it.

But that’s not a bad thing.

It’s exciting! It’s the perfect excuse to use every moment of every day exploring and fueling your curiosity.

That’s what this blog is for. I want to document my discoveries but–knowing me–it will be in an entertaining, awkward mess. *cough cough* see what I did there? *eyebrow wiggle*

 So feel free to cringe, laugh, cry, and get annoyed because it’s going to happen. You’re welcome.

I’m going to go drink some water.

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