Arumann Dhillon

When I was four years old, I lived in a haunted house in the heart of Surrey. It had a pretty cherry tree in the yard with a few resident individuals who were not alive.

For many Muslim students, the problems at the crossroads of UBC and their faith lie not within blatant racism and rude remarks from passing students, but from a lack of advancement in the accommodations present in the very structure of the university itself.