Why does it matter? A question that constantly runs through my brain! I feel like I was groomed to be the perfect wife to some man. My beauty, intellect, and personality were perfectly sculpted to fit into some box and wrapped in a bow to be handed over to the highest bidder. As a child, … More Enough with the Bull$#!%
Life has a crazy way of making full-circle moments. I have spent so many years resenting a group of people based on being bullied as a child. During my years in Quranic school, I was ridiculed and belittled by my Somalian classmates for being black American. As an adult, I stay clear of anything that … More I Made A New Friend
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
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 