by Andrea Umm Abdullah Hey. I want you to look up for a bit. Look up from the floor. Look up from staring at your hands, wondering what/why/how. Look up from your stomach, the place that held your future. I want you to imagine a friend is sitting next to you. I hand you a piece of tissue, tell you to wipe your tears, and I look you in the eye and I say, "It's okay." It really is. It's okay that it didn't turn out the way you wanted. I know you did your best. You took classes, you [...]