Living in the trap house I was rarely bored. There was always some sort of excitement either in or outside of the house. One of the common… Read more “Princess in the Trap House pt.2”
Muslimah in the Middle
I used to really love the show Malcolm in the Middle, mainly because I identified well with Malcolm, the main character. The middle knows it all child,… Read more “Muslimah in the Middle”
Just As I Am
For the majority of my life, I have been obsessed with my weight! I’ve either been too skinny or too fat, but never did I look in… Read more “Just As I Am”
Embracing the Unkown
It’s crazy how fast time flies, this time last year I was in England trying to figure out how to spend America’s Independence Day. All week talking… Read more “Embracing the Unkown”
Sudan – the land of blacks — The Poetic Elixir
from the mouth of the Mediterranean a silent tear travels all the way to Khartoum, and an outrage bursts into a violence the sirens said ‘rape their women and stripe their dignity rape their men and cover them with shrouds of shame’ and we here sitting on comfortable couches hear only the deafness there’s a […]
Questions to a Hijabi
You know sometimes I miss being a hijabi, it was like being a part of sisterhood in a sisterhood. An unspoken bond, that only women in hijab… Read more “Questions to a Hijabi”
Everybody’s a Vilain
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. … Read more “Everybody’s a Vilain”
Happy First Anniversary
Never did I think I would start a blog, and let alone fall involve with being a blogger. I initially started this journey not expecting anyone to… Read more “Happy First Anniversary”
Born Feminist
As a little girl, I always identified as female before anything else. Above all of my other characteristics, religion, and ethnicity, I knew being a woman is… Read more “Born Feminist”
Not Black Enough
As a child, I was extremely quiet and passive-aggressive. Al Humduillah, I grew up and started speaking up for myself. As I talk to my younger brother… Read more “Not Black Enough”
