As a hijabi, I used to hide behind the hijab. I let being the short girl with the scarf on her head be my identity, never really let that many people see my true personality. I’d let people make their assumptions and would just try to blend in as much as possible. I thought I … More Smile
Chapter Twenty-Three has officially concluded, and in summary, I accepted I’m a wonderful chaotic put together mess. Now it is time to truly flourish and embrace the unknown of what this next chapter will bring me. Once I finally threw out the ridiculous timeline of my life and just live for me and enjoy … More Happy Birthday to Me
When I was a child, I had my whole life planned out. I thought by the age of 23, I’d have my degree, married, or at least in a serious relationship, and starting my career. Now a week away from my 23rd birthday, I’m still I school and painfully single. Honestly, for the past few … More Cheers to Twenty Three
I remember the day my mother sat me down and told me it was time to start wearing the 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 … More Coming out of Hijab
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 