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
I’ve been a Black Muslim woman my entire life. All of those identities seem to have their own job description; putting them all together sometimes is a suffocating reality. Being Black in America comes with its own trials of tribulations, and for fun, I get the pleasure of sexism with it. Since before I could … More Being A Black Muslimah
When people see a woman in hijab, they automatically know she is Muslim. There is a level of respect for her and her faith in the Islamic community. I do miss that part of being a hijabi. I feel like being uncovered and a black Muslimah, I constantly prove or verify that I am actually … More Non-Hijabi Woes
Better late than never, and I’m diving back into my blog! My blogiversary was last month and she is officially three years old! I’m truly grateful and amazed at all my readers, subscribers, and kind words I received throughout the years.My goal for this year is to get up to at least 3000 followers and … More Third Year’s The Charm
After about a month or two, I was over therapy. I kept asking my therapist when am I going to be cured and feel like myself again. I so desperately wanted to feel like the same eighteen-year-old starting college. Just erase all the trauma, heartbreak, and grief; just start adulthood all over again. Life was … More Therapy Chronicles:Growth
Well, I have officially concluded another journey around the sun; and what an adventure it has been. I entered chapter twenty-four a completely different woman than who’s stepping into twenty-five. The year has been an emotional rollercoaster that I’m ultimately grateful for. At the beginning of the chapter, I got heartbroken; instead of healing … More Officially A Quarter
After revealing the truth behind my smile, my therapy sessions started to become less superficial. I was in such a dark place, lost faith in Islam, lost belief in Allah(SWT) and lost the value of my own life. My mind gave me no rest, a constant haunting of pain. I was putting myself in dangerous … More Therapy Chronicles: Self-Love
Going to therapy wasn’t something easy for me to do. I felt a lot of shame and weakness for even thinking about going. I can’t remember what initially gave me the push to go, but my very first session was my last for a while. I knew I had demons eating away at me, and … More Therapy Chronicles: The First Step
I recently read this book, Leo Africanus, and it was an amazing novel. While reading, it reminded me of some of my religious life goals. Honestly, I felt like I was that little hijabi, sitting in Quranic school again. The book was surprisingly a nice refresher on life lessons I learned as a child. In … More Hajj Dreams
“I think I’ve lost a lot of my fire, but this summer I’m getting it back, and burning a whole lot of shit down with me.” You know I found that quote randomly rereading through one of my notebooks, that I wrote around March. I forgot I wrote or that was even a goal of … More A New Flame
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 