I was Seven Years old and My Mother Told Me to Lie to My Auntie

My introduction to cognitive dissonance, the Oppressor and the Oppressed

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My bubble about my mother’s perfection did not burst when she said to me, “If your Auntie asks you if a letter came from Grandfather, you just say no, it didn’t.”

I felt tremendously confused. It felt like the pavement had cracked beneath my feet. A letter…

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I’m an artistic writer who loves to use pen, paper, clay and computer to support self and societal health, empowering thru the light of truthtelling stories.

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Aza Y. Alam

Aza Y. Alam

I’m an artistic writer who loves to use pen, paper, clay and computer to support self and societal health, empowering thru the light of truthtelling stories.

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