I have never shared the story of my first heartbreak, who I refer to as Fly Boy. I have started and always end up deleting the post. In hindsight and through a wider lens, I realized he never deserved my love. It was a classic story of him being just not that into me. He … More The Tale of Fly Boy.
Dating is an exhausting game and feels like a bunch of trial and error. A couple of years ago, I decided to open my dating pool to Non-Muslims. I typically date someone who knows a lot about Islam. So, there really was not a big difference. Now dating someone who knows little to nothing is … More Dating A Non-Muslim
As much as I like to reflect upon my love life and always see myself as the innocent princess, that overcame heartbreak, but that’s not completely true. My college years have definitely been eventful and left a couple of broken-hearted casualties along the way. I remember my freshman year after I accepted the internship with … More Everybody’s a Vilain
As a child, I would always hear this beautiful love story about a young college woman. She was born and raised in Washington DC and went off to college in the Midwest. She decided during her college years to travel abroad to Cairo, Egypt for a year. While in Egypt she met a young Embassy … More Cairo Love
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, … More British Love Story
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, … More Will I Ever Learn?
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 a romantic night, is … More Dating as a Black Muslimah
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 