As I’m sitting on the subway, next to a burka-clad woman, I feel a sense of love. I practically feel her looking over my shoulder and hope she’s not reading this.

As I boarded the train, I saw a few empty seats to choose from, but I specifically chose to sit near her.

Because its complicated, but I kinda get her. And I’m subtly sending her a message of like, ‘hey, I’m cool with you- regardless of our differences.’

I almost wanna give her a hug and tell her I understand where she’s coming from, but that I also get where I’m coming from. And that I don’t agree with some of her people and their ways. But that it’s complicated. That I still love her, and hurt for her. But that I also love and hurt for my people too.

Amidst the politics, the heat and the tension- she is still my sister. My sister I lost touch with, and feel somewhat angry with, but still my sister.

But I say nothing.