Yale Daily News

Here is the story I told about my parents for a long time. My mother and father arrive in the United States in their mid-20s. […]

September 8, 2017

Upon arriving in the park to see the Elm Shakespeare Company’s production of “Romeo and Juliet,” the first thing you notice is the giant, multistory […]

September 1, 2017

In “Piedrafina,” a poem out of Pablo Neruda’s late “El Corazón Amarillo,” the narrator falls in love with a beautiful woman who looks like “a cherry/a sketch of a heart/a small crystal box.” She is the poem’s namesake, Piedrafina. The narrator quickly becomes infatuated with her, turning Piedrafina into the Nerudan equivalent of a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. No matter: Piedrafina loves the narrator regardless. Besides, two can play the narrator’s game. Of all things, he sadly notes, Piedrafina seems to love his nose — yes, his nose — the most.

April 28, 2017

A former senior advisor for technology at the U.S. Department of State. The co-founder of the first Muslim college in the United States. A religious […]

April 28, 2017

The student income contribution here at Yale is a profoundly unfair institution. It penalizes those of us who come from families that take financial aid […]

April 21, 2017

Recently, I’ve been thinking about my old television set. It was a bulky thing, short and squat. It had one of those rabbit ear antennas […]

April 21, 2017

He was nostalgic for places he didn’t visit. Words and smells and sounds that never existed — yearning like an apricot pit, long gone flesh but you pop it into your mouth and suck the dried up core anyway. Rug-a-tug-tug tongue feels thick like sludge, so nothing is singing, but the sound could be there, an unknown. He wanted to know if it did sing, ever, before it got caught in his throat. But also, maybe some things are best to not know.

April 14, 2017

Warning: Contains spoilers for “Get Out” Your skin is not black, but you don’t mind if the skin of others is. You watch “Get Out,” […]

April 7, 2017

I address this tasteless rant to the cross admits, those beguiling high school seniors who, on March 30, were admitted to both Yale and Harvard. […]

April 7, 2017

When I first read Joan Didion, I was young enough that my favorite author was still whomever I had read last. Reading “The White Album” […]

March 31, 2017

In March 1993, hands shaking and sweat on his brow, my father withdrew $3,850 — nearly all of his hard-earned savings — from the bank. […]

March 31, 2017