Arumann Dhillon

For many Muslim students, the problems at the crossroads of UBC and their faith lie not within blatant racism and rude remarks from passing students, but from a lack of advancement in the accommodations present in the very structure of the university itself.

It was a dark and stormy night in the novel I was assigned to read for one of my 300-level English courses, and the main character had just found a secret tunnel behind the bookshelf. I was anxious to finish the novel as I had to submit a reading response by midnight. It was only 8 p.m. so there was no need to get too worked up over this just yet. I still had four hours to get the book read and do the response.

I was sitting on a bench at the mall when my sister walked over and tapped my shoulder. But when I turned around, she looked incredibly startled. I was somewhat confused about why she was acting so oddly, suddenly she uttered words that caught me off guard. “What are you doing over here?” My first reaction was to blankly stare at her as if she just asked me what the solution was to world hunger. So of course, she repeated herself. “What... are you... doing...