Nearly fifty women from across the United States and Canada logged on, cozy blankets and cups of cha in hand, ready to share and listen to stories that too often go unheard. Tears were shed, laughs were shared, and genuine bonds of sisterhood – albeit virtually – were formed.

It’s hard to know where to start. As Sikhs, many of us are often the only people in the room who look like us, distinguished by our turban, our uncut hair, or the kara on our wrist.