Kids parties are getting out of hand, writes Maysaa Fahour, who has a few suggestions for reforming these extravagant events.
Dear Citizens of the World, please stop asking my children where they come from. My son’s name is Ali, but he can’t speak Arabic. He was born in Australia (but, yes, I was not). He can recite the Quran, yet also knows every part of Silento’s “Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae).”
“I know the internet is a place of minimal privacy, I get it. I get when I posted ‘ask me anything’ on social media recently, I would be up for…anything. But soon I received a response from someone saying, ‘You speak good English…for a Muslim.’