by Nafeesah Ahmed-Adedoja As the red, yellow and blue paint covered the bright green grass that was damp from the night before, I dodged the ball quickly afraid of getting the paint on my cream-colored hijab. It was a Saturday afternoon at the beginning of the semester and students were slowly filling the “Betty Shabbaz …
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