Author: Amaris Kaur Kaleka

I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The first thing I recall is heading to the gurdwara and forcing my dad to turn back around. I had forgotten my red notebook for the Punjabi class that I attended every Sunday. The delay made us late that day. It was a 10 minute difference for not being inside the gurdwara when everything happened. The more I tell this story, the more I cannot help but think that it was God’s will to keep me safe. The number of people who came each Sunday without fail, who also happen...