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How A Streetwear Brand is Helping Combat Sex Trafficking
Story telling is an art. It is the power of words and images, used to provoke thought, feeling and conversation. That is why when the Boston based street wear brand Lis’n Up Clothing, reached out to me to collaborate, I couldn’t say no…….

How We Made #TheForestHavenStory Happen
The Forest Haven Story started out as a curiosity between my younger cousin and I, of an abandoned institution in our backyard. Over the span of three months it turned into much something bigger……..

Things I’ve Learned So Far: Opportunity
Something that has recently hit me very hard: Absolutely anything and everything is possible. We hear this phrase all the time, but sometimes it’s difficult to believe it. The opportunities are endless, and they are just out of your reach. When you think the change is so far away, a bridge that’ll make the walk easier is just waiting to be built.

Do You Know Where Afghanistan Is?
Almost 1 million people swarmed the National Mall in Washington DC on Veterans Day for the Concert for Valor. The weather was a perfect 70 degrees. The artist lineup was a once-in-a-lifetime event. And it was the perfect place to pull a social experiment I’ve been thinking about for a few months now.

This Dad Is the Reason I Was an Undercover Muslim
When people ask me about the town I grew up in, I always start with a story of one of my earliest memories in elementary school.I walked into Mrs. Horsey’s first grade class, saw a girl with dark brown hair and brown eyes, and asked if her she was Muslim. Her response? “What’s that…,” with a blank stare.

Blurred Lines: Journalism or Activism?
The lines are blurring. And no, not in the Robin Thicke kind of way. The lines are blurring when it comes to journalism, social media, activism and everything in between.

The Elephant in the Newsroom
The earliest I can remember wanting to pursue journalism is in my own living room at 8 years old. I had a routine: Every weekday after school, around 4 p.m., I would plop on the couch and watch Oprah with my mother. As a kid I never shared the same talents as my friends. Sure, I played sports, but I never scored goals. I loved painting pictures but never won blue ribbons.