Coming from Egypt in 4th grade I experienced the typical immigration shock. My parents along with my brother and I expected to land in “the golden streets of America,’’ but we ended up in NJ instead. I was in a new city, surrounded by new people, in a new school, trying to grapple with a new language. Jersey City, luckily one of the most diverse cities in the U.S., quickly became my home. It's a city known for being a little rough around the edges, or as I like to call it, character-building. Finding St. Mark’s Church (a.k.a. West Side) was the only familiar, warm and comfortable place I could freely be my fob self. It became a crutch I can lean on, a place I found guidance, and quickly transformed into my second home.
Over the years I have faced many challenges, mostly typical for a Christian teenage girl. Some challenges I conquered by battling them straight on by the grace of God. Other challenges I overcame through the gift of time. I will write about topics in hopes of helping a younger girl out there who might be struggling with the same thing. To be honest, this blog will be a compilation of things I wish I could have told my younger self. Since that’s quite impossible, I’m telling you instead.
If you’ve already read the about me section you already know I’m now married to a priest. If that made you think “oh great she’s a goody two shoes I won’t be able to relate to.” Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I don't exactly fit the Tasoni stereotype you might have in mind. I will be raw and vulnerable. I will write about things that will make you blush, and topics you don’t want your mother to read about. I know not everyone will like everything I write, but that is okay. I want you, young Christian girl, to know you are not alone in your struggles and even your biggest mountains can be conquered!
High School Yearbook Photo