My mom was a white American woman who married my dad, a Kashmiri man who grew up in Pakistan. She was the person who taught me about the violent occupation of Kashmir, how my grandparents were displaced during partition and to be proud of where we are from and lived her life in a principled way, as a Muslim. She was outspoken about Kashmir and Palestine. I wanted to share this with you all because I’m very sad but also so grateful for the sense of identity she gave me during a time when our issues were not so well known. She made so much effort to educate people on our issues and I am very proud of her.
I don’t know what flair to add to this, im just a kid without a mom right now. Thanks for reading