I ran into one of my college mentor’s, Aisha (pictured here in the grey sweatshirt). At Fordham,  we kind of connected even though she was three or four years ahead of me. She always took time to talk to me about continuing my education and keeping a head on my shoulders.

One of my fondest memories of her is after we had a talk about hair and food (she had just cut her’s short and to me that move was very daring) she took me to an Indian market off Fordham Road to show me where she brought her spices.

While making friends was never hard for me, I think during college I felt lonely sometimes (as we all do!). Nonetheless, one of the things about the atmosphere at Fordham (Rose Hill Campus) is there is some type of unspoken rule that us Asili folks will look out for each other and without being told to, that’s what Aisha did. I am always grateful to her and the other upper class- (wo)men for taking me under their wings.


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