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You could tell a lot about a person by their reaction to when I told them where I taught second grade. I taught in College Park, Georgia where my students were majority (if not all black) or people of color. One day when I reclined on the dental chair and the hygienist asked where I taught she briskly responded, "That county got paid more because you're teaching 'those kids.'" !!!! I worry about my students. I'm still in touch with a few, but my heart hurts to see the injustices in this world today. They were bummed when they didn't get to officially have a graduation ceremony graduate this year, and now their world is in pieces. Or maybe it always was. 😧 On Twitter, at @reemfaruqi I've been sharing posts about books to support black authors but wanted to share a story about Maggie. Maggie is our black doll that a Pakistani friend gifted. Maggie was(is!) my daughters favorite doll. When I dropped my daughter to preschool on her first day, I was frazzled when I said bye and Maggie the doll accidentally got left on the car when I drove off. I searched and bought a doll just like her. Maggie goes with us places and when we were at a party, a Pakistani acquaintance pointed at Maggie and laughed and told my husband, "your daughter has a black doll!" "And?" !!! My point is don't just stop at books for your little ones. What about dolls? More importantly...friends?

The day I think my grandfather will die I wear the brightest cheeriest pale yellow kurta with eyelet lace and formal buttons. The day my grandfather dies I wear the golden yellow kurta painted with hot pink roses and pearls. The day after my grandfather dies I wear the navy blue top with pearls at the collar, bells at the sleeve, and pearls at the cuffs. The days before, when all is well, I wear casual comfy clothes or pajamas. Does anyone else tend to dress up when things outside of your control are going awry? Put on lipstick even when your lips are down? Wearing my better clothes is the one thing I feel like I have in control right now. (Alhamdolillah for all the blessings.) #reemflections

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You could tell a lot about a person by their reaction to when I told them where I taught second grade. I taught in College Park, Georgia where my students were majority (if not all black) or people of color. One day when I reclined on the dental chair and the hygienist asked where I taught she briskly responded, "That county got paid more because you're teaching 'those kids.'" !!!! I worry about my students. I'm still in touch with a few, but my heart hurts to see the injustices in this world today. They were bummed when they didn't get to officially have a graduation ceremony graduate this year, and now their world is in pieces. Or maybe it always was. 😧 On Twitter, at @reemfaruqi I've been sharing posts about books to support black authors but wanted to share a story about Maggie. Maggie is our black doll that a Pakistani friend gifted. Maggie was(is!) my daughters favorite doll. When I dropped my daughter to preschool on her first day, I was frazzled when I said bye and Maggie the doll accidentally got left on the car when I drove off. I searched and bought a doll just like her. Maggie goes with us places and when we were at a party, a Pakistani acquaintance pointed at Maggie and laughed and told my husband, "your daughter has a black doll!" "And?" !!! My point is don't just stop at books for your little ones. What about dolls? More importantly...friends?

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