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My self-summary
Hi, I'm Sahar. My name means "new moon" in Hebrew, and "daybreak" or "dawn" in Farsi. Yes: in a fit of prophetic genius, my parents named me after not one but two books of the Twilight series.

I haven't read them.

But while we're speaking of romantic fantasy with implausibly attractive male leads...

Imagine this:

We meet at the book store. You're early, already engrossed in a new find in the poetry section. I'm late. Sorry!

That book you have there! Excellent. Here's an old favorite, right here behind you. We take turns reading it out loud with increasingly ridiculous voices. Then, shyly, it turns out we both have written pieces of our own. We share poems we wrote in the past, along with the circumstances that made them necessary. It's super cute.

Let's change the scene. We go to the park. I bring olives and cheese. You bring a blanket and an old school 90s boombox with extra backup Size E batteries. We begin to interweave stories of our childhoods and families with thoughts about human liberation and the troubling rise of the far right. I know what you're thinking: Such heart. Very romance.

So, what happens next?
What I’m doing with my life
Every few months, I mentor on building organizations, leading from the heart, and true human freedom.

Every month, I introduce old and new friends via an "entertaining diversion" of picnics, games, and deep talk.

Every week, I organize a reading group for activists focused on history, politics, and strategy.

Every day, I put on my robe and wizard hat, and cast spells (via code) to make more friendship happen in the world.
I’m really good at
giving you my undivided attention.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
MUSIC: I listen to hipster music circa 2010. AKA indie music, soul train, and radical folk songs. I have cried at a Sufjan concert and I'm not afraid to admit it.

FOOD: There are two people in this world. Those who put milk or sugar in their coffee, and those who are correct.

BOOKS: Graphic novels about radical people's history, theological musings by Milton or Weil, and teen feminist coming of age fantasy novels. They're my favorite.

If you love Tamora Pierce or Terry Pratchett hit me up right now.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
1. The inexorable onslaught of age.
2. How to stay good friends with people scattered all over the world.
3. Remember Tamagotchis? Fitbits are just like that, except the stupid little creature you have to keep alive is yourself.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I ran away from school once.

Forgive me! I was young, and reckless.

Here's the story

It was 2nd grade. I won a meaningless competition; won the right to lead the milk line into the cafeteria. Little did I suspect that line of children would become a line of betrayal.

Noon. We form up. I move to the front. Teacher ushers me aside. Lisa will head the line today.



Anger. I storm out of the room, and out of the building. It took a couple of hours for the police to find me.

Don't worry, I had the last laugh. My parents were furious that it took so long to realize I had left. They transfered the whole family out of the school.
You should message me if
You want to hear what would happen next on that fantasy date up top. :)

You're against Chill.

Extra 🔥 for my fellow jews.
The two of us