Sorrow

  I am an extremely guarded and private person. It takes me a while to warm up and trust people, but when I do I love them for life. I truly consider all of my friends family and would do anything for them. Something I consider to be a curse and a blessing it is…

British Love Story

Let me tell y’all about this man I met at the mall; the poor soul was struggling attempting to buy clothes and asked for my opinion. As a shopaholic, I was more than happy to help him pick out some new clothes, plus I thought he was really cute. He was definitely my ideal type,…

Diary of Problematic A Brown Skin Girl

I absolutely love my complexion and all the imperfections of my skin. For years, my problematic skin was one of my biggest insecurities. Never wanting to leave the house without any type of makeup, afraid to reveal all of my blemishes. It wasn’t until one hot summer day, that I was sick of feeling like…

Will I Ever Learn?

In this dating game, we often like to blame the other player when the outcome is not as desired. We may recognize our mistakes after self-reflecting, but then often times end up in the same situation with another person. I know for me, I sometimes set myself up for failure. At a friend’s birthday celebration,…

Flying Classy

I haven’t written post in a while, and I think it is time to share a story. I have been doing a lot of traveling lately and feel extremely blessed for all of my opportunities. I was blessed enough to travel to England first class, keep in mind I am a broke college student. Unfortunately…

Are We Satisfied With Millennial Men?

My boyfriend hates seeing any text, that begins with, “look here”, because he knows I’m about to inform him about something he has done to upset me. The crazy thing is after I tell him the problem, I never really give him the opportunity to come up with a solution. I always rush to solve…

Coming out of Hijab

I remember the day my mother sat me down, and told me it was time to start wearing hijab full time. I don’t recall having much of a reaction, because I knew the day was coming, and in a way I thought I was mentally prepared. I was about 12 years old, and at the…

An Unfortunate Experience of Being a Black Muslimah

Like most young Muslim children, I attended Islamic weekend school. Islamic weekend school is where I learned how to speak and write Arabic, as well as the Quran. An unofficial lesson I learned during my time in weekend school, was the culture of Islam, how it is much deeper than a religion, it is truly…

Unapologetic

You never truly know what a person is going through until you have walked a mile in their shoes. As a young adult, I am constantly asking myself: who I am? I often felt the need to change who I was based on my environment and in the process I sometimes stunted my own growth….

Dating as a Black Muslimah

I consider myself to be extremely blessed, growing up in a two parent middle class home; living with an example of black love and excellence. My mother was married and pregnant with my older brother at my age. I’m sure she looks at me confused, why I’m still single and my idea of romantic night,…