Tiffany Saade is a staff writer in the news and The Grind sections. She is a freshman from Beirut, Lebanon and will probably major in Political Science in the Justice and Law main track with a double minor in International Relations and Human Rights with an interest in Creative Writing. She enjoys riding her yellow bike and singing out loud on Stanford campus!
Contact her at thegrind 'at' stanforddaily.com for additional optimistic conversations about the future, and for some much needed light!
It is important to acknowledge that while we have been troubled, scared or hurt, there is always a time to collect the ruins and rebuild the destroyed, writes Tiffany Saade.
We are all fighting personal battles and the collective battle to fight the coronavirus, we need to unite in the name of resilience and our hope to proceed towards the unknown, writes Tiffany Saade.
Even when I was stuck at home, away from the face of the world, the undulatory movement of ink against paper was the most beautiful metaphor setting my heart free, and the purest form of freedom that carried my mind, my heart, my body and my poetry to the much needed light, writes Tiffany Saade.
I forgot what it felt like to dive into the music world and willingly drown into its beautiful margins, unwilling to reach the surface again, writes Tiffany Saade.
I realized that everywhere I went, everywhere I discovered, everything I tested, I was constantly searching for the missing pieces of Lebanon, perhaps in a scent, in a smile, in an Arabic word, in a song or in a whole new world, writes Tiffany Saade.
I never thought that being away for three weeks would lead me right back to the start, right back to the boxes I carefully taped, the memories I happily stored, the places I adventurously visited and the views I meticulously smiled at.
I am a daughter, a sister, a student, a friend, a classmate. However, before all, I am a citizen. A citizen with survivor guilt like most of the Lebanese population.
In this trip back home, I hold on to the elements that have contributed to the significant growth of my maturity and understanding of an unpredictable society, with all of its plot twists and turns.
As I reread the numbers of injured, dead, misplaced and unfound, I abandoned a part of myself, as the remaining part of myself was a cracked piece that was clinging to the frail light.
Gawande and Pace are likely to draw on their previous experience advising government officials and mobilizing advocates, respectively, to help shape a plan of action that will go into effect on Inauguration Day.
Stanford students were captivated by the trickle of presidential election results for the race between former Vice President Joe Biden and President Donald Trump. Anxiety mixed with cautious optimism followed them from professors' election-specific office hours to on-campus household watch parties to chores and schoolwork interrupted by notifications.
Amid a deadly pandemic and economic recession, international students say that the next administration will greatly impact their status as foreigners studying in the United States.
The University reported three new COVID-19 cases — all among athletes — for the week of Oct. 19, according to Stanford’s dashboard. The new numbers mark a decrease from nine cases reported last week.
On that day, I officially started drafting the thesis of my second chapter, scratching out my written first words, searching for an exquisite way to start new prose.
On my way back to the dorm, I placed my phone on the mobile stand — my lock in my black basket — raised the music volume to the max, and sang my lungs out.
I was reminded that home is a feeling that can exist in any place. I sat on my chair, spinning round and round, mimicking the whirlwind of my thoughts and feelings. Taking in the newness and the magic of this place, I felt a Stanford tree being planted in my heart, right next to my cedar.
Dancing feet on carpet flooring. Live concerts for an invisible audience. Images, words, old memories — prompted by introspection — unloaded onto a canvas, a page. This is the “new normal” for student-artists amid the COVID-19 pandemic: with limited access to resources like rehearsal spaces and art supplies, visual and performing artists are finding innovative ways to make and share their art.