This semester has been a whirlwind. Classes, recruiting, and everyday growing pains. If you had asked me a few days ago, I would have told you that I was a mess. Exams, interviews, personal stress—everything was getting to me. But this morning when I woke up to a Trump victory—that’s when I knew—THIS was rock bottom.
In all honesty, I am not okay. How am I supposed to walk into my interview for my dream job, put a smile on my face, and pretend that I am excited about my future? What am I supposed to do when I feel unwelcome in this country—when I know that no matter how hard I work, I will never overcome these preconceived biases? Getting the best job or the best grades will never be enough.
Looking forward to boarding an airplane tomorrow. How should I tell my interviewer that my greatest challenge is my identity as a Muslim woman of color?
In high school, I was voted "most likely to become president.” I’m laughing at the irony.