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Maryam Bhurgri
Professor Thurtle
CHID 390
May 20th, 2017 A world entirely designed for one perspective. What happens when you’re the odd one out? When the very architecture of the world around you seems to laugh at you, the buildings loom over you, while the walls of each room close in on your very being. Yet there are spaces that inspire healing, that transcend the bounds of our everyday life. Faith is a strange thing, some depend on it for guidance, others for healing. What happens when the buildings you frequent start to inspire your mental wellness rather than deter from it? Architects have known for awhile the power light embodies. It has the potential to compose space. Transporting individuals from the physical world to a place of …show more content…

As a Muslim, Pakistani-American my identity is something I’ve continued to struggle with. Time and time again, I find myself torn between two worlds, wandering in this void in between. I never truly understood my place, instead relying on a facet of my personality depending on my cultural surroundings. However there comes a time when instead of taking on the features of a chameleon and blending in, I want to find a way to feel at ease with my existence. I feel like an outcast in both American and Pakistani culture. When both cultures seemed to have failed me, I tried to find solace in a different source. My religion became a source of relief and revelation. Islamic Sufism has changed the way I see myself in this world. No longer am I burdened with trying to be American enough or Pakistani enough. Instead I have the opportunity to engage with my faith. My personal experiences with religion and faith are ones that are universal in the emotion they evoke. In the sense that what another may experience when standing in the moonlight with snowing falling to the ground or when someone is at ease as they walk along the beach is my equivalent to looking at the clouds. Thus begins my collaboration with clouds. With the media proclaiming that mine is a religion that incites violence and pain. I look to moments that prove them wrong. The clouds slowly became my companions; each day they would overwhelm me with their forms and overbearing presence. In an instant I felt

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