Fariha Naqvi-Mohamed

My kids learned about Remembrance Day in school when they were younger. I hope those lessons stay with them, just as mine did with me.

I always considered myself part of the “us.” Being treated as some kind of threat is confusing, to say the least.

Here in Montreal, my parents always had close Hindu friends. It’s not so different from how I live my life now, with friends of different backgrounds.

We’ll spend part of our day with loved ones and the rest, celebrating with the kids and enjoying some favourite foods.

Many others do not understand our sacrifices, but what we do, we do out of love for those we care for, and that alone is its reward.

Students in English colleges should not have to take three regular courses in French. How to improve language skills should be up to them.

It’s easy to forget that, for so many in our city, this is not the most wonderful time of the year.

I wish our government would be as cautious as the high schoolers I know.

Driving around Montreal with my kids, I can see that they take notice of the election posters and what the names and faces look like.

The regular flu did not make much of an appearance a year ago, but things are expected to be different this time around.