I am never excited for the new year, but this year felt different. I set and wrote out all of my goals in places where they’re constant reminders. This year is for me to blossom healthier in every aspect of my life. I wanted to start the year off on a fresh note and do … More New Year, Better Me.
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 a long hiatus, I’m finally back and feeling great! Before my break, I attempted to write a blog post about dealing with anxiety. Unfortunately, at that point, my anxiety and depression started to rise. I could not complete a task, my insomnia/nightmares were insane, and I had to take a step back. I had … More Inhale Anxiety, Exhale Relief
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
As we all know by now, I have a love-hate relationship with my body. I’m always searching for this perfect figure or maybe a nonexistent magic number on the scale to make me happy, but my New Year resolution is to get back in shape and eat healthier. Whatever size or weight I end up … More A Fitness Journey
I can’t believe all this time in the house and I’ve barely written anything. I have tons of notes and ideas scribbled down but haven’t actually written a post. So, I’ll just tell y’all what I have been up to. I decided to go home and spend the stay at home order with my parents … More Quarantine Days
You know living in the trap house had many difficulties, that I didn’t mind so much. Up until I heard a mouse in my room. I’m terrified of bugs and have a fear of mice. I remember hearing the bickering couple in the basement complain about mice, but I’ve never seen any and assumed I … More Princess in the Trap House pt. 4
As I’ve stated before, each one of my housemates added to the adventure and excitement of living in the trap house. The mother and daughter duo was a pair that I could never fully understand. They lived on the second floor and shared a small room with no windows. The daughter was pregnant and her … More Princess in the Trap House pt. 3
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
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 themes of drama in the house was theft. Al Humduillah (Thank God), no one ever stole anything from me, maybe nobody felt like walking all the way upstairs, … More Princess in the Trap House pt.2
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 